And unto them the glancing oars A joyous measure keep, Where the dark rocks that crest our shores Dash back the foaming deep. So let it be a light they shed Teach them your children round the hearth, When evening fires burn clear, And in the fields of harvest mirth, And on the hills of deer: So shall each unforgotten word, When far those loved ones roam, Call back the hearts which once it stirr'd, The green woods of their native land THE AMERICAN FOREST GIRL. WILDLY and mournfully the Indian drum On the deep hush of moonlight forests broke ; "Sing us a death song, for thine hour is So the red warriors to their captive spoke. Still, and amidst those dusky forms alone, A youth, a fair-hair'd youth of England stood, Like a king's son; though from his cheek had flown The mantling crimson of the island-blood, And his press'd lips look'd marble.-Fiercely bright, And high around him, blazed the fires of night, Rocking beneath the cedars to and fro, As the wind pass'd, and with a fitful glow Lighting the victim's face:-But who could tell Of what within his secret heart befell, Known but to heaven that hour?-Perchance a thought Of his far home then so intensely wrought, Rose clear as day !—and he might see the band, Or, as day closed upon their gentle mirth, He started and look'd up;-thick cypress boughs Full of strange sound, waved o'er him, darkly red In the broad stormy firelight;-savage brows, With tall plumes crested and wild hues o'erspread, Girt him like feverish phantoms; and pale stars Look'd through the branches as through dungeon bars, Shedding no hope.-He knew, he felt his doomOh! what a tale to shadow with its gloom That happy hall in England !-Idle fear! Would the winds tell it ?-who might dream or hear The secrets of the forests?-To the stake They bound him; and that proud young soldier strove His father's spirit in his breast to wake, Trusting to die in silence! He, the love Of many hearts!-the fondly rear'd,-the fair, Gladdening all eyes to see!-And fetter'd there He stood beside his death-pyre, and the brand Flamed up to light it, in the chieftain's hand. He thought upon his God.-Hush! hark! a cry Breaks on the stern and dread solemnity,— A step hath pierced the ring!-Who dares intrude On the dark hunters in their vengeful mood!A girl a young slight girl-a fawn-like child Of green savannas and the leafy wild, Springing unmark'd till then, as some lone flower, Happy because the sunshine is its dower; Yet one that knew how early tears are shed,— For hers had mourn'd a playmate brother dead. She had sat gazing on the victim long, eye And clear-toned voice that said, "He shall not die!" "He shall not die!"-the gloomy forest thrill'd To that sweet sound. A sudden wonder fell On the fierce throng; and heart and hand were still'd, Struck down, as by the whisper of a spell. They gazed, their dark souls bow'd before the maid, She of the dancing step in wood and glade! And, as her cheek flush'd through its olive hue, As her black tresses to the night wind flew, Something o'ermaster'd them from that young mien Something of heaven, in silence felt and seen; And seeming, to their child-like faith, a token That the Great Spirit by her voice had spoken. They loosed the bonds that held their captive's breath; From his pale lips they took the cup of death; They quench'd the brand beneath the cypress tree; "Away," they cried, "young stranger, thou art free!" CASABIANCA. THE boy stood on the burning deck Yet beautiful and bright he stood, A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though child-like form. The flames roll'd on-he would not go That Father, faint in death below, |