My bleeding country asks my aid!”
“Yes, I will check this bursting sigh;
Yes, I will check these flowing tears:
A smile shall brighten in my eye;
My bosom shall dispel its fears!”
“You try indeed, to force a smile,
Yet Sorrow’s drops bedew your cheek;
You speak of peace—yet, ah! the while,
Your sighs will scarcely let you speak!”
“Go, Alwin!—Rena bids thee go;