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FRIEDERICH WERNER
The Templars in Cyprus
page 214
•C. T.] 1IIE TCMrLASS IX iTrll'I. 211
GKOIR.
Wake enough to hear
Tho cricket chirping.
Motar. It is very at range ! (77ieii HI thr tu\ MENAT-AUMH.)
Go to your ]o*ta. Thtj g .
(T (II.I .1 it.) Hut thou make haste to aeek
Tho old man who wont forth from tnu but now ;
Ho must bo at tho door, or billing in
The Cloister. Go ! Hun quickly. Thy reward
la my dear Tartar if thou find him. Haste !
Giti IL. IT.
At once, Sir ! [Hastens air-iy.
MOIJIY.
Fain I'd sleep—yet slumber flees Ilefore my spirit's eyes, and many thoughts Arc whirling in wild eddies round my head ! I, dust, that jwwer which can tho stars create? That fire tho Cross consuming, and tho harps !— Perhaps illusion.—End all with thy Grace, 0 Fattier ! in whose hands myself I place.
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