Los pastores, a Mexican play of the nativity . Why burst ye not my heart ? My wrathShall fright the elements! Alas!The sudden malice, ruthless forceThat crushes me! I must endureThe most atrocious torment! ThouDescendedst at the word of GodFrom heaven, whence I fell, to proveA carpet for thy feet! Michael,My spirit yields; that name aloneCould vanquish me, subdue my will. 84 LOS PASTORES CANTO No siento mi caida, no,Ni la gracia que perdi;Sdlo siento el ver que aqui,Nueva injuria espero yo. Luzbel Miguel, rendido me tienes; Yo para dar guerra al hombre,Llamare todo el infierno,Para que de mi s
Los pastores, a Mexican play of the nativity . Why burst ye not my heart ? My wrathShall fright the elements! Alas!The sudden malice, ruthless forceThat crushes me! I must endureThe most atrocious torment! ThouDescendedst at the word of GodFrom heaven, whence I fell, to proveA carpet for thy feet! Michael,My spirit yields; that name aloneCould vanquish me, subdue my will. 84 LOS PASTORES CANTO No siento mi caida, no,Ni la gracia que perdi;Sdlo siento el ver que aqui,Nueva injuria espero yo. Luzbel Miguel, rendido me tienes; Yo para dar guerra al hombre,Llamare todo el infierno,Para que de mi se hare que ese oscuro seno,Hare que ese espeso monte,Se descubra cual falsonte,En lo marchito y ameno. CANTO Hay infierno, que tiranoHas puesto en pena tan cruel IMira en que tormento se hayaEl principe Lucifer! Luzbel Aqui de las ancias mias,Aqui de mi gran valor,Aqui, tropas infernales,Hoy las he de , ministros, cdmo vienen!Lla no quieren mas no hay razon para que viva,Quien tan desdichado nase. 1080 1090. THE SHEPHERDS 85 SONG I grieve not for my jail,Nor mourn my perished state,But sorrow to await This fiercest pain of all. Lucifer Michael, thou holdst me captive here,But for my war on man I callThe bands of hell; and to inspireTerror, this mount, this dusky caveShall vomit out the murky host. SONG Inferno, what a tyrant thiefThou hast laid in cruel what shackles now restrain Accursed Lucifer, thy chief. Lucifer Here at my cry of anguish haste,At valors call, ye troops of Hell!Infernal legions, aid me nowIn hour of need! Come, minions, come!They gather, will not linger! Ah!Why should he still breathe air whose birthWas marked for evil from the first ? 86 LOS PASTORES CANTO I m —p— i. A - pren - ded2. Que a - yer ma flora resvi delias i fa J I W X 5 T ^ S £ H^ r=r fT\ mi, . Lo que va de a - yer a hoy,fui, . Y hoy som - bra de mi no soy. i n rrw? V- rrrTtrr Apr ended fores de miLo que va de ayer a hoy;Que ayer maravillas jui,Y
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