THE HUGUENOT'S FAREWELL. I leave their shields to slow decay, Their banners to the dust; I go, and only bear away I Their old majestic name· -a solemn trust! go up to the ancient hills, Where chains may never be, Where leap in joy the torrent rills, 305 Where man may worship God, alone and free. There shall an altar and a camp Impregnably arise; There shall be lit a quenchless lamp, To shine, unwavering, through the open skies. And song shall 'midst the rocks be heard, While, thrilling to God's holy word, The mountain pines in adoration bend. And there the burning heart no more Free currents thence, amidst the wilderness. Then fare thee well, my mother's bower, Perish my home! where lawless power Hath rent the tie of love to native earth. Perish! let deathlike silence fall Upon the lone abode : Spread fast, dark ivy, spread thy pall;- THE ENGLISH BOY. "Go, call thy sons; instruct them what a debt Those sacred rights to which themselves were born." Look from the ancient mountains down, Thy country's fields around thee gleam Ages have roll'd since foeman's march Gaze proudly on, my English boy! There, in the shadow of old Time, How bravely and how solemnly AKENSIDE THE ENGLISH BOY. And round their walls the good swords hang And shields of knighthood, pure from stain- Gaze where the hamlet's ivied church Or where the minster lifts the cross Martyrs have shower'd their free hearts' blood Along their aisles, beneath their trees, Gaze on—gaze farther, farther yet— Yon blue sea bears thy country's flag, The billows' pride and joy! Those waves in many a fight have closed Above her faithful dead; That red-cross flag victoriously Hath floated o'er their bed. They perish'd-this green turf to keep 307 And high and clear, their memory's light And many an answering beacon-fire Lift up thy heart, my English boy! ANTIQUE GREEK LAMENT. By the blue waters-the restless ocean waters, Restless as they with their many-flashing surges, Lonely I wander, weeping for my lost one! I pine for thee through all the joyless dayThrough the long night I pine: the golden sun Looks dim since thou hast left me, and the Spring Seems but to weep. Where art thou, my beloved? Night after night, in fond hope vigilant, By the old temple on the breezy cliff, These hands have heap'd the watch-fire, till it stream'd Thy white sail comes not from the distant isles- ANTIQUE GREEK LAMENT. By the blue waters-the restless ocean waters, Restless as they with their many-flashing surges, Lonely I wander, weeping for my lost one! 309 Where art thou ?-where?-had I but lingering prest With love's fond touch, my heart's cry had been still'd In slumber beautiful!-I would have heap'd But thou liest far away!-No funeral chant, By the blue waters-the restless ocean waters, Come, in the dreamy shadow of the night, We two shall meet again! Oh, I would quit |