Yet ono I know of who in prison groans ; True, 'twns the Chapter's sentence ; still he groans, And fain am I to dry all tears, and close, 'Mid cheerful looks, my grand account with fate. You know Prior Heribert of Montfaucon, How long in vain ho Ianguishcth to meet The light of day, tho sun's enkindling beam ! Ho's no ignoble man, tho Order much Has been beholden to him—set him free ! PRECEPTOR. Thy deadly foo ? An Old KNIGHT. Tho infamous heretic ? MOLAT. The Eternal judgo his faith ! For Enmity,— 'Tis but the soveranco of two sister souls ; That, oft, which seems a dark cloud seen from far, Shines out a noble tcmplo, nearer drawn. Each man, thank God, to whom tho human form Is his fair heritage, moro beauty wins As we draw nearer him in faith and trust ; Aye, ev'n although it squint, in every eye Tho clear reflection of tho skies is seen ; Grant mo then nearer access to the Prior, "Who, did ho know me better, might perchance Forget to see tho cast that's in mine eyo1— Dear Brethren, grant mo freedom for the Prior ! (Pause.) Ye nod assent ? Now thon, I thank you for it ! Chariot, at daybreak, go to him, and lead Him to me, so from mine own lips to learn Ho owns tho bliss of freedom long desired. Now call tho Presbyter to benediction ! [Exit CHARLOT. (Opening the Ritual book of the Order, he reads.) " Beloved Knights and Brothers, wo may now Well close the Chapter ; for by God's will, all 1 In the portrait on the title-page of the original, Molay has, really, a decided cast in his eye.— Trans. 198 THE TEMPLARS IN CTPRCS. [ACT V.