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And again the wild alarum sounded from the toc
Till the bell of Ghent responded o'er lagoon and
dike of sand, "I am Roland! I am Roland! there is victory
in the land !"
Then the sound of drums aroused me. The awak
ened city's roar Chased the phantoms I had summoned back into
their graves once more.
Hours had passed away like minutes; and, before
I was aware, Lo! the shadow of the belfry crossed the sun
SOMETHING LEFT UNDONE.
LABOR with what zeal we will,
Something still remains undone,
Waits the rising of the sun.
By the bedside, on the stair,
At the threshold, near the gates,
Like a mendicant it waits;
Waits, and will not go away;
Waits, and will not be gainsaid; By the cares of yesterday
Each to-day is heavier made;
Till at length the burden seems
Greater than our strength can bear, Heavy as the weight of dreams,
Pressing on us everywhere.
And we stand from day to day.
Like the dwarfs of times gone by, Who, as Northern legends say,
On their shoulders held the sky.
MAIDEN! with the meek, brown eyes,
Standing, with reluctant feet,
Gazing, with a timid glance,
Deep and still, that gliding stream
Then why pause with indecision,
Seest thou shadows sailing by,
Hearest thou voices on the shore,
O, thou child of many prayers !
Like the swell of some sweet tune,
Childhood is the bough, where slumbered Birds and blossoms many-numbered ;Age, the bough with snows encumbered.
Gather, then, each flower that grows,
Bear a lily in thy hand;
Bear through sorrow, wrong and ruth,
O, that dew, like balm, shall steal
And that smile, like sunshine, dart