By Lusia’s sons pursued with flaming brand.
But, ah, Sauróren’s maids and matrons weep,
For from the Virgin’s shrine did many a death-bolt leap!
XVI.
As mariners who on a stormy sea
The magnet lose that guides them o’er the wave;
As warriors marshalled oft to victory,
Who lose the sacred banner of the brave:
So with their tears these mountain-children lave
Lanz’ trodden glen; for, ah, the diadem