 | Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven |  |
XXII.
“Sad from my birth,—nay, born upon that day
When perished all my race,—my infant ears
Were opened first with groans; and the first ray
I saw came dimly through my mother's tears.
When perished all my race,—my infant ears
Were opened first with groans; and the first ray
I saw came dimly through my mother's tears.
“Pour forth my life, a guiltless offering
Most freely given! But let me die alone!
Destroy not those who gave me birth! O king!
I've blood enough: let it for all atone!”
Most freely given! But let me die alone!
Destroy not those who gave me birth! O king!
I've blood enough: let it for all atone!”
| Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven | |