Cora ; or, The Virgin of the Sun | ||
SCENE V.
Romantic View.Rolla ENTERS gloomily—the sound of the trumpet heard—his bow-bearer (Zorimbo) follows hastily—Rolla asks him the cause—he replies
RECITATIVE—ZORIMBO.
You ask me why Exertion's on the wing?
The answer's brief, to serve heav'n and our king!
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SONG—ZORIMBO.
[1.]
When our country calls to arms,Native zeal enflames each breast;
Fame displays her dauntless charms,
In every martial splendor drest.
Yet in pity's steps we tread,
Nor cruelly war's weapon lave;
When a prostrate foe shall plead,
Our greatest glory be to save!
2.
Invasion's threat can ne're affright,Our country's wrongs will lead us on;
Justice shall guide us in the fight,
And mercy when the battle's won.
Then, if gasping on the field
Some hero draws his latest breath,
To soft humanity we'll yield,
And weep for a brave soldier's death.
Cora ; or, The Virgin of the Sun | ||