Thus to receive his city!
[He sinks back into Elmina’s arms.
Her. He hath clear’d
A pathway midst the combat, and the light
Follows his charge through yon close living mass,
E’en as a gleam on some proud vessel’s wake
Along the stormy waters! ’Tis redeem’d—
The castled banner; it is flung once more,
In joy and glory, to the sweeping winds!
There seems a wavering through the Paynim hosts—