30 TUE TEMi'LAUS IX CYPRUS. [ACT I. On foot,—Exhausted, then on his loft knee lie sank, but on his right foot planted firm Ho parried so tho Heathen damascenes, That, ere our succour reached us, they had fled— But yet tho javelin of a fleeing Turk Struck his right knee-joint ; then his nerveless arm He tightened round my nock convulsively, And in this fast embrace, and scarce alive, They boro us to tho camp. I opened first Mine eyes, and, anguished by despair, beheld Sly friend nigh unto death, who sacrificed Himself for mo. I nursed him carefully, And when at last ho woke—oh ! more than I Can tell theo was that moment's rapture !—Then Tho sacred covenant on the Oriflamme,1 We s wore to, and to seal it fast for ever, Together were partakers of tho Host Which by tho Patriarch's pious hands to us Was with his blossing given ; 0 ! fresh morn Of life, oh, golden dream ! Come you no more ? Oh, come you never back ?—Thou too, young man, Must undergo the noontide's sultry heat. Be like thy Father !—Say—doth he still love To think upon our fighting days ? FRANK. His eye Flashes youth's fire, when o'er the genial glass He speaks of Molay and of Palestine. And many more things tells ho me on which You purposely keep silent ; how you saved Him from the tiger's fury in tho chase And ever gave him booty that you won. How when one day he fell into the sea Near Damictta, you, without a thought For your own safety, plunged in after him. How you the Chan's head clave asunder, who— 1 The consecrated standard of the Cress, which recurs so often in the annals of the Crusaders.