"If I am captive and a slave, the time shall come when God Will bring me freed, to tread once more my own, my native sod! Then all my ancient glory shall return to me for aye. Till then, my soul, be patient and wait that happy day!" "Strike sail! Strike sail! The furious gale Is rising fast! Strike sail!" THE CAPTIVE'S ESCAPE The fair Florida sat at ease, upon a summer's day, Within a garden green and fair that by the river lay, And gayly asked that he her spouse would tell his darling wife The cause of his captivity, the history of his life. "Now tell me, dearest husband, I pray thee tell me true, Who were thy parents, and what land thy birth and nurture knew? And wherefore did they take thee a captive from that place, And who has given thee liberty, thy homeward path to trace?" "Yes, I will tell thee, gentle wife, and I will tell thee true, For tender is the light I see within thine eyes of blue. In Ronda did my father raise his castle on the height; And 'twas in Antequera first my mother saw the light. Me, to this dark captivity, the dastard Moors ensnared, Just as the peace had ended and war was not declared. They took me off in fetters, to barter me for gold, Velez-de-la-Gomèra was the town where I was sold. Seven weary days, and for each day a long and weary night, They set me on the auction-block, before the people's sight. Yet not a Moorish gentleman and not a Moorish wife A maravedi offered for the mournful captive's life. At last there came a Moorish dog, in rich attire, and gave A thousand golden pieces to have me for his slave. He led me to his lofty house, and bade me there remain, Mocked by his lowest underlings, and loaded with a chain. Ah! vile the life he led me, and deep revenge I swore; Ah! black the life he gave me, and hard the toils I bore! By day I beat the piled-up hemp cut from the vega plain; By night, within the darkened mill, I ground for him the grain. And though the very corn I ground, I longed to take for meat, He placed a bridle on my mouth that I should nothing eat! Therefore, it pleased the God who rules the heavens, the land, the sea, That the mistress of that mighty house looked tenderly on me. And when the Moor a-hunting went, one happy autumn day, She came into my prison-house and took my chains away; She bade me sit upon her lap, I answered with delight; Ah, many a gallant present she made to me that night! She bathed me and she washed my wounds, and garments fresh she gave, Far brighter than were fit to deck the body of a slave; And love's delight we shared that night, for I grew gay and bold! And in the morn she gave to me a hundred crowns of gold. She oped the gates, she bade me, with smiles, once more be free; We fled, for fear that Moorish hound would slay both her and me. And so it pleased the God who rules the earth and heavens above,