Their low, melodious din ; I cross my arms on my breast, MAIDEN AND WEATHERCÓCK. MAIDEN. O WEATHERCOCK on the village spire, WEATHERCOCK. I can see the roofs and the streets below, I can see a ship come sailing in Now he is pressing it to his lips, And now he is kissing his finger-tips, And now he is lifting and waving his hand, And blowing the kisses toward the land. MAIDEN. Ah, that is the ship from over the sea, Who does not change with the wind like you. DECORATION DAY. WEATHERCOCK. If I change with all the winds that blow, O pretty Maiden, so fine and fair, With your dreamy eyes and your golden hair, 15 DECORATION DAY. SLEEP, comrades, sleep and rest On this Field of the Grounded Arms, Nor sentry's shot alarms! Ye have slept on the ground before, At the cannon's sudden roar, Or the drum's redoubling beat. But in this camp of Death No sound your slumber breaks; No wound that bleeds and aches. All is repose and peace, It is the Truce of God!1 1 Early in the eleventh century, when war had brought great misery, and bad harvests had added to the desolation, the church Rest, comrades, rest and sleep! The thoughts of men shall be Your rest from danger free. Your silent tents of green We deck with fragrant flowers; Yours has the suffering been, memory shall be ours. The HYMN OF THE MORAVIAN NUNS OF BETH LEHEM. AT THE CONSECRATION OF PULASKI'S BANNER.1 WHEN the dying flame of day Had been consecrated there. And the nuns' sweet hymn was heard the while, proclaimed the Truce of God, by which it was forbidden to wage war on any private account between Wednesday night and Monday morning of each week during the whole of Advent, and from the Monday before Ash-Wednesday till Whit-Sunday, as also on all holidays and festivals. 1 It is said that the Polish Count Pulaski, who served in our army in the Revolution, visited Lafayette when he lay sick at Bethlehem, in Pennsylvania, and ordered a silk banner of the Moravian sisterhood there, who helped to support their house by needlework. HYMN OF THE MORAVIAN NUNS. 17 "Take thy banner! May it wave "Take thy banner! and, beneath "Take thy banner! But when night Spare him! he our love hath shared ! "Take thy banner! and if e'er Thou shouldst press the soldier's bier, The warrior took that banner proud, And it was his martial cloak and shroud! 1 THE PHANTOM SHIP. IN Mather's Magnalia Christi,2 May be found in prose the legend A ship sailed from New Haven, Were heavy with good men's prayers. "O Lord! if it be thy pleasure" 1 Pulaski was wounded at the siege of Savannah, and, dying on one of the vessels of the fleet on his way north, was buried at sea. As a matter of historic fact, the banner is preserved in the cabinet of the Maryland Historical Society, at Baltimore. Its size, twenty inches square, would have precluded its use as a shroud. 2 The whole title of the book is Magnalia Christi Americana [Christ's mighty works in America]; or, The Ecclesiastical History of New England, from its first Planting, in the year 1620, unto the year of our Lord 1698. It was first published in 1702. The story of the phantom ship is contained in it in the form of a letter from James Pierpont, a New Haven Minister. The letter occurs in Book I., chapter vi., and may also be found in The Bodleys Afoot, page 175. |