Britain ... - Blue-Lite

Scene I.J
THE DEVOTED ONE.
Beside his daughter's death-bed, whom all else
Had left to
perish. Cast them on the fire.
FIFTH WITCH.
I came from where that dull-eyed demon reigns,
Grim Bigotry, o'er all a saintly land
Of furious priests. There by the pile
I stood
Of one, who to a pillar hung in chains,
Begirt with living
fire : a Jew was he
Who would not yield the faith his fathers taught,
And a new creed embrace. In tortures long
He writhing lingered, and as o'er the coals
He grinned a blackened cinder, still there came
A dismal hollow voice from that dark mass,
Cursing
the fell tormentors. From the ashes
I raked the fragments of his flame-bleached bones,
And, with a Christian infant's yet warm blood
Baptizing them, I on our May-fire cast
The magic relics.
CHORUS OF WITCHES AROUND THE FIRE.
On it fling all charms of might,
'Tis the witches' holy night.
Haste, ye spirits, from the flood,
From the war-field dyed in blood ;
From the caves that lie below,
Where the fires eternal glow ;
From the place where Murder stands
Smiling, with his gory hands,
On his victim ; from the waves
Where the eddying whirlpool raves,
Closing o'er the sea-boy's head,
As he sinks to th' ocean dead ;