"--I go to those worlds So mysterious, above, That no one yet knows, But that all will yet know. Where living ne'er traveled, Where all will yet travel, To live there again With those we have loved.--" And myself and the three other oarsmen replied in chorus: "She was young, she was fair, And holy was she. To Hesus her blood gave, That Gaul might be free. Hena her name! Hena, the Maid of the Island of Sen!" Douarnek then proceeded with the song: "Hearing Hena speak these words, Sadly gazed upon her her father And her mother, aye, all the family, Even the little children, For Hena loved them very dearly. "--But why, dear daughter, Why now quit this world, And travel away beyond Without the Angel of Death having called you?-- "--Good father, good mother, Hesus is angry. The stranger now threatens our Gaul so beloved. The innocent blood of a virgin Offered by her to the gods May their anger well soften. Adieu, then, till we meet again, Good father, good mother, Adieu till we meet again, All, my dear ones and friends. These collars preserve, and these rings As mementoes of me. Let me kiss for the last time your blonde heads, Dear little ones. Good bye till we meet. Remember your Hena, she waits for you yonder, In the worlds yet unknown.--" And the other oarsmen and I replied in chorus to the rythmical sound of the oars: "She was young, she was fair, And holy was she. To Hesus her blood gave That Gaul might be free. Hena her name. Hena, the Maid of the Island of Sen!" Douarnek proceeded: "Bright is the moon, high is the pyre Which rises near the sacred stones of Karnak; Vast is the gathering of the tribes Which presses 'round the funeral pile. "Behold her, it is she, it is Hena! She mounts the pyre, her golden harp in hand, And singeth thus: "--Take my blood, O Hesus, And deliver my land from the stranger. Take my blood, O Hesus, Pity for Gaul! Victory to our arms!-- And it flowed, the blood of Hena. "O, holy Virgin, in vain 'twill not have been, The shedding of your innocent and generous blood. Bowed beneath the yoke, Gaul will some day rise erect, Free and proud, and crying, like thee, --Victory and Freedom!" And Douarnek, along with the three other soldiers, repeated in a low voice, vibrating with pious admiration, this last refrain: "So it was that she offered her blood to Hesus, To Hesus for the deliverance of Gaul! She was young, she was fair, And holy was she, Hena her name! Hena, the Maid of the Island of Sen!" I alone did not join in the last refrain of the song. I was too deeply moved! Noticing my emotion and my silence, Douarnek said to me surprised: "What, Schanvoch, have you lost your voice? You remain silent at the close of so glorious a song?"