The City of Baly

KAILYAL. Ereenia!

LADURLAD. Nay, let no reproachful thought Wrong his heroic heart! The Evil Powers Have the dominion o'er this wretched World, And no good Spirit now can venture here.

KAILYAL. Alas, my Father! he hath ventur'd here, And sav'd me from one horror. But the Powers

Of Evil beat him down, and bore away To some dread scene of durance and despair, The Ancient Tombs, methought their Mistress said, Beneath the ocean-waves: no way for Man Is there; and Gods, she boasted, there are none On Earth to help him now.

LADURLAD. Is that her boast? And hath she laid him in the Ancient Tombs, Relying that the Waves will guard him there? Short-sighted are the eyes of Wickedness, And all its craft but folly. O, my child! The Curses of the Wicked are upon me, And the immortal Deities, who see And suffer all things for their own wise end, Have made them blessings to us!

KAILYAL. Then thou knowest Where they have borne him?