XXVI.

It was a blessed thought--so Carlos deemed; A chamber high in the Cathedral tower His love might harbour while ferocious gleamed The eye of Rapine. Rude for lady’s bower Was this abode, where oft huge bells of power Swung loud, but who may choose in scenes like these? Cloak and sombrero thrown o’er Beauty’s flower Disguised the form which, ah! too well could please, And Carlos guided well their path through danger’s seas.