THIBAUT.

I give to each a yard, a stall and herd,

And also thirty acres; and as God

Gave me his blessing, so I give you mine!

MARGOT (embracing JOHANNA).

Gladden our father-follow our example!

Let this day see three unions ratified!

THIBAUT.

Now go; make all things ready; for the morn

Shall see the wedding. Let our village friends

Be all assembled for the festival.

[The two couples retire arm in arm.

SCENE II.

THIBAUT, RAIMOND, JOHANNA.

THIBAUT.

Thy sisters, Joan, will soon be happy brides;

I see them gladly; they rejoice my age;

But thou, my youngest, giv'st me grief and pain.

RAIMOND.

What is the matter? Why upbraid thy child?

THIBAUT.

Here is this noble youth, the flower and pride

Of all our village; he hath fixed on thee

His fond affections, and for three long years

Has wooed thee with respectful tenderness;

But thou dost thrust him back with cold reserve.

Nor is there one 'mong all our shepherd youths

Who e'er can win a gracious smile from thee.

I see thee blooming in thy youthful prime;

Thy spring it is, the joyous time of hope;

Thy person, like a tender flower, hath now

Disclosed its beauty, but I vainly wait

For love's sweet blossom genially to blow,

And ripen joyously to golden fruit!

Oh, that must ever grieve me, and betrays

Some sad deficiency in nature's work!

The heart I like not which, severe and cold,

Expands not in the genial years of youth.

RAIMOND.

Forbear, good father! Cease to urge her thus!

A noble, tender fruit of heavenly growth

Is my Johanna's love, and time alone

Bringeth the costly to maturity!

Still she delights to range among the hills,

And fears descending from the wild, free heath,

To tarry 'neath the lowly roofs of men,

Where dwell the narrow cares of humble life.

From the deep vale, with silent wonder, oft

I mark her, when, upon a lofty hill

Surrounded by her flock, erect she stands,

With noble port, and bends her earnest gaze

Down on the small domains of earth. To me

She looketh then, as if from other times

She came, foreboding things of import high.

THIBAUT.

'Tis that precisely which displeases me!

She shuns her sisters' gay companionship;

Seeks out the desert mountains, leaves her couch

Before the crowing of the morning cock,

And in the dreadful hour, when men are wont

Confidingly to seek their fellow-men,

She, like the solitary bird, creeps forth,

And in the fearful spirit-realm of night,

To yon crossway repairs, and there alone

Holds secret commune with the mountain wind.

Wherefore this place precisely doth she choose?

Why hither always doth she drive her flock?

For hours together I have seen her sit

In dreamy musing 'neath the Druid tree,

Which every happy creature shuns with awe.

For 'tis not holy there; an evil spirit

Hath since the fearful pagan days of old

Beneath its branches fixed his dread abode.

The oldest of our villagers relate

Strange tales of horror of the Druid tree;

Mysterious voices of unearthly sound

From its unhallowed shade oft meet the ear.

Myself, when in the gloomy twilight hour

My path once chanced to lead me near this tree,

Beheld a spectral figure sitting there,

Which slowly from its long and ample robe

Stretched forth its withered hand, and beckoned me.

But on I went with speed, nor looked behind,

And to the care of God consigned my soul.

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