Then, then, ye ocean-warriors! When the storm has ceased to blow; 460 BATTLE OF THE BALTIC OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on. Like leviathans afloat Lay their bulwarks on the brine; On the lofty British line: It was ten of April morn by the chime: There was silence deep as death; But the might of England flush'd And her van the fleeter rush'd O'er the deadly space between. 'Hearts of oak!' our captains cried, when each gun From its adamantine lips Spread a death-shade round the ships, Like the hurricane eclipse Of the sun. Again! again! again! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back ; Their shots along the deep slowly boom:Then ceased-and all is wail, As they strike the shatter'd sail; Or in conflagration pale Light the gloom. Out spoke the victor then As he hail'd them o'er the wave, 'Ye are brothers! ye are men! And we conquer but to save: So peace instead of death let us bring: But yield, proud foe, thy fleet With the crews, at England's feet, To our King.' Then Denmark bless'd our chief As death withdrew his shades from the day: O'er a wide and woeful sight, Where the fires of funeral light Died away. Now joy, old England, raise! Whilst the wine-cup shines in light; Full many a fathom deep By thy wild and stormy steep, 461 Brave hearts! to Britain's pride With the gallant good Riou: Soft sigh the winds of Heaven o'er their grave! And the mermaid's song condoles Of the brave! HOHENLINDEN ON Linden, when the sun was low, But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night The darkness of her scenery. By torch and trumpet fast array'd To join the dreadful revelry. Then shook the hills with thunder riven; But redder yet that light shall glow 'Tis morn; but scarce yon level sun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. 462 The combat deepens. On, ye Brave And charge with all thy chivalry! Few, few shall part, where many meet! J. CAMPBELL FREEDOM AND LOVE How delicious is the winning Yet remember, 'midst your wooing Love he comes and Love he tarries Bind the sea to slumber stilly, Bind its odour to the lily, Bind the aspen ne'er to quiver, Then bind Love to last for ever. Love's a fire that needs renewal Of fresh beauty for its fuel: Love's wing moults when caged and captured, (U) HC XLI Can you keep the bee from ranging, 463 ALLAN CUNNINGHAM [1784-1842] HAME, HAME, HAME HAME, hame, hame, O hame fain wad I be- When the flower is i' the bud and the leaf is on the tree, The larks shall sing me hame in my ain countree; Hame, hame, hame, O hame fain wad I be— O hame, hame, hame, to my ain countree! The green leaf o' loyaltie's beginning for to fa', O, there's nocht now frae ruin my country can save, The great now are gane, a' wha ventured to save, Hame, hame, hame, O hame fain wad I be- |