BELARDO’S WEDDING

From the banks, in morning’s beam,

Of Xarama, famous stream;

From the spot, or nigh it, where

It joins the Tagus broad and fair,

Sped Belardo, blithe and gay,

To receive the righteous pay

Of all the years of love he’d spent

In doubts, and fears, and discontent—

_But happy the shepherd who finally gains_

_The beautiful prize of his manifold pains_.

Unto her village now he goes

The handsome Philis to espouse;

For now her father, kind and bland,

But late so stern, yields him her hand.

Now in his eyes the shepherd shows

The rapture in his breast that glows,

That after storm and hurricane

The heaven should look bright again.

_How happy the shepherd who finally gains_

_The beautiful prize of his manifold pains_.

Not as of yore on foot, I trow,

Or in albarcas goes he now;

Albarcas made of slain wolf hide,

In blood of cow or heifer dyed.

O snow-white pointed shoes wore he,

Green stockings gartered at the knee;

Button composed of burning glass,

Presented, mind ye, by his lass.

_How happy the shepherd who finally gains_

_The beautiful prize of his manifold pains_.

What a knight of gallant air

Rides he forth on sorrel mare;

Saddle of Friezeland leather made,

Fringe of the most dainty thread.

Sombrero new, of neatest shape,

Mantle long with lengthy cape,

Sayo green, obscure to see,

Graced with much embroidery.

_How happy the shepherd who finally gains_

_The beautiful prize of his labour and pains_.

By the guise in which he’s drest,

His hopes are visibly exprest;

Hopes which so often damped and chilled

Are on the point to be fulfilled.

Within his bosom he doth bear

All the billets of his dear;

They are so many bills which he

Is bent to settle speedily.

_Happy the shepherd who finally gains_

_The beautiful prize of his manifold pains_.

Arriving at the house he saw,

Waiting for him, his father-in-law,

Who, good-bye to scoffs and slights,

Holds his stirrup whilst he lights.

Lovely Philis at the door

Calls him “husband” and “senor;”

He “senora” and “dear wife”

Calleth her, they’re one for life.

_Happy the shepherd who finally gains_

_The beautiful prize of his manifold pains_.

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