And morning homage. Round each cheerful hearth,
Or kneeling in the spreading door-tree’s shade,
Each human heart, brim-full of love and hope,
And holy gratitude, shall send aloft
A pure oblation, and the throbbing earth
Be one great censer, breathing praise to Thee.’
THE LEGEND OF DON RODERICK.[6]
BY THE AUTHOR OF THE SKETCH BOOK.
When in the year of Redemption 701, Witizia was elected to the Gothic throne, his reign gave promise of happy days to Spain. He redressed grievances, moderated the tributes of his subjects, and conducted himself with mingled mildness and energy in the administration of the laws. In a little while, however, he threw off the mask and showed himself in his true nature, cruel and luxurious. Considering himself secure upon the throne, he gave the reins to his licentious passions, and soon by his tyranny and sensuality acquired the appellation of Witizia the Wicked. How rare is it to learn wisdom from the misfortunes of others! With the fate of Witizia full before his eyes, Don Roderick was no sooner established as his successor, than he began to indulge in the same pernicious errors, and was doomed in like manner to prepare the way for his own perdition.