|Sweep hither, countless as the ocean waves,|
And throng around the banners of your king!
Oh, wherefore am I mew'd and fetter'd here,
A prison'd soul with longings infinite!
Thou deathless sun, that cirelest earth's huge ball,
Be thou the messenger of my desires!
Thou all-pervading chainless breeze, that sweep'st
With lightning speed to earth's remotest bound,
Oh, bear to him the yearnings of my heart.
My pray'rs are all I have to give; but these
I pour all glowing from my inmost soul,
And send them up to heav'n on wings of flame,
Like armed hosts, I send them forth to hail him!
A wide and smiling landscape occupies the back ground, which is traversed by a beautiful river, and enlivened by the budding green of spring. At various points the towers of several towns are visible. Drums and martial music without. Enter ODOWALSKY, and other officers; and immediately afterwards DEMETRIUS.
|ODOWALSKY.||Go, lead the army downward by the wood,|
Whilst we look round us here upon the height.
|[Exeunt some of the Officers.|
|DEMETRIUS (starting back).||Ha! what a prospect!|
|ODOWALSKY.||Sire, thou see'st thy kingdom|
Spread out before thee. That is Russian land.
|RAZIN.||Why e'en this pillar here bears Moscow's arms;|
Here terminates the empire of the Poles.
|DEMETRIUS||Is that the Dnieper, rolls its quiet stream|
Along these meadows?
|O DOWALSKY.||That, sire, is the Desna;|
See, yonder rise the towers of Tschernizow!