CŒUR DE LION AT THE BIER OF HIS FATHER. TORCHES were blazing clear, On the settled face of death A strong and ruddy glare, Though dimm'd at times by the censer's breath, As if each deeply furrow'd trace The marble floor was swept As the kneeling priests, round him that slept, And solemn were the strains they pour'd Through the stillness of the night, With the cross above, and the crown and sword, And the silent king in sight. There was heard a heavy clang, And the holy chant was hush'd awhile, A gleam of arms up the sweeping aisle, He came with haughty look, But his proud heart through its breastplate shook, He stood there still with a drooping brow, And clasped hands o'er it raised ;— For his father lay before him low, And silently he strove With the workings of his breast; And his tears brake forth, at last, like rain,— For his face was seen by his warrior train, He look'd upon the dead, A weight of sorrow, even like lead, He stoop'd-and kiss'd the frozen cheek And the heavy hand of cla Till bursting words-yet all too weak- "Oh, father! is it vain, Were but this work undor.e I would give England's crown, my sire! To hear thee bless thy son. "Speak to me! mighty grief Ere now the dust hath stirr'd! Hear me, but hear me !-father, chief, My king! I must be heard!Hush'd, hush'd-how is it that I call, And that thou answerest not? When was it thus, woe, woe for all The love my soul forgot! "Thy silver hairs I see, They had not been so white! "Thou wert the noblest king, And thou didst wear in knightly ring, And thou didst prove, where spears are proved, the bravest heart In war, Oh! ever the renown'd and loved Thou wert-and there thou art! "Thou that my boyhood's guide How will that sad still face of thine THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM THE breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods, against a stormy sky Their giant branches toss'd; And the heavy night hung dax The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moor'd their bark Not as the conqueror comes, Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear, They shook the depths of the desert's 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 soar'd From his nest by the white wave's foam, And the rocking pines of the forest roar'dThis was their welcome home! There were men with hoary hair Why had they come to wither there There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth; There was manhood's brow, serenely high, What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?- |