THE HEROIC BOY. The boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but he had fled; The flames that lit the battle's wreck Yet beautiful and bright he stood, The flames rolled on-he would not go He called aloud-"Say, father, say He knew not that the chieftain lay Speak, father!" once again he cried, "If I may yet be gone;" And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair, And looked from that lone post of death In still, yet brave despair. And shouted but once more aloud, "My father, must I stay?" While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way. They wrapped the ship in splendor wild, They caught the flag on high, And streamed above the gallant child, There came a burst of thunder-sound The boy-0, where was he? Ask of the winds, that far around With fragments strewed the sea, With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, Hemans. THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIMS. The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed, And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conquerors come, They the true-hearted came; Not with the roll of the stirring drum, In silence and in fear; They shook the depths of the desert's gloom, With their hymns of lofty cheer. 272 SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES. Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang, To the ANTHEM OF THE FREE. The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white wave's foam, And the rocking pines of the forest roaredThis was their welcome home. What sought they thus afar? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? They sought a faith's Aye, call it holy ground, pure shrine. The spot where first they trod They have left unstained, what there they INDEX OF FIRST LINES. A little bird built a warm nest in a tree, A little black ant found a large grain of wheat, 128 A little child who loves to pray, 138 A little girl was sitting beside a cottage door, 182 187 A penny I have, . "A nosegay! who'll buy ?" cried a sweet little child,. 70 A poor boy went by with his raiment all torn, 246 91 Come, brother, go to church with me, 239 |