30 THE TEMPLARS IX CYPRUS. [km i. God mend it, gossipping the Inst half-hour ! Not yet been to tho Master ? Docs ho know The service, tho obedience, or tho rules ? March !—forth ! Six minutes, and I como myself. [CIIARLOT hastens away. I COMMANDER. Theso nro tho Temple's gnardinns ! Ah, poor Molay ! Thou, thou remainest only ! Yet with such As theso thon need'st must fall, and I ! 0, tako Me, Hugo ! soon to thino eternal rest ! [Exi'. SCENE II. --1 natural garden set with many flowers ami shrubs : Behind, a trellis adjoining a court-yard, and at the siilc, part of the Temple-court, with Farm-buildings. PHILIP (busy gardening, sings). Ere the early snn has left his bed, (While yet from the steaming sea Above and below floats the morning-red, Nor with gleaming spear strides he j) Hither and thither the blithe birds go, Singing above and singing below A song, a jubilant song. Little birds, why are ye always so gay, As ye welcome the sun's warm fostering ray ? We rejoice that we live, and exist through the hours, Rejoice that such blithesome companionship's ours. Our fashion is good, So gaily to flit through tho wood ; While fann'd by sweet breezy dawn's quickening powers. The sun too is merry of mood. Little birds, why sit ye silent and pressed To the eaves in your mossy nest ? We sit, for wc feel not the warmth of the sun ; Night has buried his beams in the waves, every one j