A VOYAGER'S DREAM OF LAND "His very heart athirst To gaze at nature in her green array, Upon the ship's tall side he stands possessed Fair fields appear below, such as he left Far distant, such as he would die to find: He seeks them headlong, and is seen no more."-CowPER. THE hollow dash of waves !-the ceaseless roar! There's a spring in the woods by my sunny home, Afar from the dark sea's tossing foam; Oh the fall of that fountain is sweet to hear, They haunt me! I dream of that bright spring's flow, I thirst for its rills like a wounded roe! Be still, thou sea-bird, with thy clanging cry! Know ye my home, with the lulling sound With the streamy gold of the sun that shines A VOYAGER'S DREAM OF LAND In through the cloud of its clustering vines, 147 And the fire-fly's glance through the darkening shades And the scent of the citron at eve's dim fall- The heavy-rolling surge! the rocking mast!— Oh, the glad sounds of the joyous earth! The wings flitting home through the crimson glow The white foam dashes high-away, away! It is there!-down the mountains I see the sweep Of the chestnut forests, the rich and deep, With the burden and glory of flowers that they bear Floating upborne on the blue summer air, And the light pouring through them in tender gleams, And the flashing forth of a thousand streams! Hold me not, brethren! I go, I go To the hills of my youth, where the myrtles blow, To the rocks that resound with the water's play- Give way!-the booming surge, the tempest's roar, THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS IN NEW ENGLAND "Look now abroad! Another race has filled Those populous borders-wide the wood recedes, And towns shoot up, and fertile realms are filled; THE breaking waves dashed high Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark Not as the conqueror comes, Not with the roll of the stirring drums, LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS 149 Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear ;— They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer. 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! There were men with hoary hair There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth; There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar ?-- The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?- Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trode; They have left unstained what there they foundFreedom to worship God. THE EFFIGIES "Der rasche Kampf verewigt einen Mann : Der uberbliebnen, der verlass'nen Frau, WARRIOR! whose image on thy tomb, A banner, from its flashing spear, A haughty heart and a kingly glance- A lofty place where leaders sate In festive halls a chair of state When the blood-red wine was poured; A name that drew a prouder tone Surely these things were all thine own— |