But Oh! when the lov'd-one appears, Like the sun a bright day to impart, To kiss off those envious tears, To give a new warmth to the heart; Soon the flow'ret seeming dead Raises up its blushing head, Glows again the breast of love, Laughs again the joyful grove; While once more the mock-bird's throat Trolls the sweetly various note. But ah! when dark absence the day-scene pervading Distils its chill dew o'er the bosom of love, Oh! fast then the gay tints of nature are fading! Oh! harsh seems the music of joy in the grove! And the tender flow'r droops till return of the light, Steep'd in tear drops that fall from the eye of the night. PRINCESS. Look, Nima, surely I behold our captive, The prince Miami, and our cruel priest. NIMA. Lady, 'tis they; and now they move this way. PRINCESS. How earnest are their gestures; ah! my Nima, When souls like theirs mingle in secret council, Stern murder's voice alone is listen'd to. Miami too at large--O trembling heart, Most sad are thy forebodings; they are here-- Haste, Nima; let us veil us from their view. [_They retire._ _Enter MIAMI and GRIMOSCO._ GRIMOSCO. Be satisfied; I cannot fail--hither the king will soon come. This deep shade have I chosen for our place of meeting. Hush! he comes. Retire, and judge if Grimosco have vainly boasted--away! [_MIAMI retires._ _Enter POWHATAN._ POWHATAN. Now, priest, I attend the summons of thy voice. GRIMOSCO. So you consult your safety, for 'tis the voice of warning. POWHATAN. Of what would you warn me? GRIMOSCO. Danger. POWHATAN. From whom? GRIMOSCO. Your enemies. POWHATAN. Old man, these have I conquered. GRIMOSCO. The English still exist. POWHATAN. The English! GRIMOSCO. The nobler beast of the forest issues boldly from his den, and the spear of the powerful pierces his heart. The deadly adder lurks in his covert till the unwary footstep approach him. POWHATAN. I see no adder near me. GRIMOSCO. No, for thine eyes rest only on the flowers under which he glides. POWHATAN. Away, thy sight is dimmed by the shadows of age. GRIMOSCO. King, for forty winters hast thou heard the voice of counsel from my lips, and never did its sound deceive thee; never did my tongue raise the war cry, and the foe appeared not. Be warned then to beware the white man. He has fixed his serpent eye upon you, and, like the charmed bird, you flutter each moment nearer to the jaw of death. POWHATAN. How, Grimosco? GRIMOSCO. Do you want proof of the white man's hatred to the red? Follow him along the bay; count the kings he has conquered, and the nations that his sword has made extinct.