Page:Felicia Hemans in The Literary Souvenir 1826.pdf/13



The Troubadour o'er many a plain Hath roamed unwearied, but in vain. O'er many a rugged mountain-scene, And forest-wild, his track hath been; Beneath Calabria's glowing sky He hath sung the songs of chivalry, His voice hath swelled on the Alpine breeze, And rung through the snowy Pyrenees; From Ebro's banks to Danube's wave, He hath sought his prince, the loved, the brave, And yet, if still on earth thou art, O monarch of the lion-heart! The faithful spirit, which distress But heightens to devotedness, But toil and trial vanquished not, Shall guide thy minstrel to the spot.