TUE TE M ('LARS Of Cïl'RCS. [ACT 11. ASTRALIS. Thou! ECDO. And him the all beauteous youth, our Master who Rides on star-crowned, upon the beam of morn, And flies the red-blood banner of the Cross, Who*showed him to thee? ASTRAI.IS. Thou !—and thou hast shown My Brethren to me, in tho Valley calm Where lion roars not, and tears never flow. ECDO. Then must thou cheerfully their work fulfil. Six days ago in Carmel's valo I sought thee, Where Sharon's roses pour their perfume still, And here where earthly storms still rage I brought thco That now this youth thy heart should fire and fill With love with which, foredoomed, thy fate has fraught thee. Thou lov'st, he yearns to thee, but torn asunder, His course must be where life's wild surges thunder. ASTRAL is. 0 Brother, mercy ! ECDO. Stay mo not, but hear !— Tho Templar league should wrestle self-forgetting, But wantons idly, and unmasks the light ; For this its death-knell sounds, its sun is setting. Who fails in force of will and vigorous might, Him fate's dark storm whirls on, no hindrance letting ; The Templar league must pass away in sorrow, And even Molay find through death new morrow. ASTRALIS. Even Molay ?— ECDO. To prepare for this the Master,