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-Had they not seen th' untrodden shore,
And could they ’midst our wilds find rest ? The lightning of their glance was fled, They dwelt amongst us as the dead !
They lay beside our glittering rills,
With visions in their darker'd eye,
Where elk and deer before us fly;
They bent no more the forest-bow,
They arm’d not with the warrior-band, The moons wan’d o'er them dim and slow
- They left us for the spirit's land ! Beneath our pines yon greensward heap Shows where the restless found their sleep.
Son of the stranger ! if at eve
Silence be 'midst us in thy place,
The strength of battle and of chase!
THE BENDED BOW.
It is supposed that war was anciently proclaimed in Britain by sending messengers in different directions through the land, each bearing a bended bow; and that peace was in like manner announced by a bow unstrung, and therefore staight.
See the Cambrian Antiquities:
THERE was heard the sound of a coming foe,
“ Heard ye not the battle-horn?
And the reaper arm'd like a freeman's son,
“ Hunter ! leave the mountain-chase!
And the hunter arm'd ere chase was done,
“ Chieftain ! quit the joyous feast !
Though the fires give ruddy light,
And the chieftain arm’d, and the horn was blown, And the bended Bow and the voice pass'd on.
“ Prince ! thy father's deeds are told,
Where the goatherd's lay is sung,
-Foes are on thy native sea-
And the prince came arm’d, like a leader's son, And the bended Bow and the voice pass'd on.
“ Mother! stay thou not thy boy!
And the bended Bow and the voice pass'd on. And the bards made song for a battle won.
HE NEVER SMILED AGAIN.*
It is recorded of Henry the First, that after the death of his son, Prince William, who perished in a shipwreck off the coast of Normandy, he was never seen to smile.
The bark that held a prince went down,
The sweeping waves rollid on ;
To him that wept a son ?
Ere sorrow break its chain ;
-He never smiled again!
* Originally published in the Literary Gazette.