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In vain! in vain! Strike other chords, –
Fill high the with Samian wine !
And shed the blood of - Scio's yine !
Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?
The nobler and the manlier one ?
They have a king who buys and sells :
The only hope of courage dwells;
Where nothing, save the waves and I,
There, swan-like, let me sing and die :
I ASKED the heavens; 6. What foe to God had done
This unexampled deed ?” The heavens exclaim, “ 'T was man; and we in horror snatched the sun
From such a spectacle of guilt and shame.” I asked the sea ;
the sea in fury boiled, And answered, with his voice of storms,
“'T was man ; My waves in panic at his crime recoiled,
Disclosed the abyss, and from the center ran.” I asked the earth ; the earth replied, aghast,
“ 'T was man; and such strange pangs my bosom rent, That still I groan and shudder at the past.”
To man, gay, smiling, thoughtless man, I went, And asked him next: he turned a scornful
eye, Shook his proud head, and deigned me no reply.
THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER.
XXXVI. -THREE WORDS OF STRENGTH.
Three words — as with a burning pen,
Upon the hearts of men.
And gladness hides her face in scorn,
No night but hath its morn.
The calm's disport, the tempest's mirth -
The inhabitants of earth.
But man, as man, thy brother call,
Thy charities on all.
these lessons on thy soul,
Light when thou else wert blind.
XXXVII. - THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER.
Mr. Key, the author of the following noble stanzas, had left Baltimore in a
cartel, or ship sent for exchange of prisoners, for the purpose of effecting the release of a friend on board the British fleet. He was compelled to remain on board the cartel, under the eye of the British, while the latter bombarded Fort Henry. Mr. Key paced the deck of his ship all night, fearing the effect of the attack on the American fort. He saw our flag waving as the sun went down, and occasionally, by the light of bursting shells, after dark ; but, as the bombardment was continued during the night, he feared that we might have surrendered. Wbat was his joy, “ at the morning's first dawn," on seeing that “our flag was still there!" The attack on Baltimore had failed. He embodied his emotions, on the spur
of the moment, in this immortal song. This was in the year 1814. O, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming; And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there?
0! say, does that Star-Spangled Banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave ?
On that shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses ?
it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave ! And where are the foes who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more ?
Their blood hath washed out their foul footstep's pollution ! No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave;
And the Star-Spangled Banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave ! O, thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war's desolation ! Blessed with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land
Praise the power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
And the Star-Spangled Banner in triumph shall wave
F. S. KEY.
XXXVIII. - THE CHAMOIS * HUNTER.
Their awful width unfurled,
The ghost of some dead world,
peep He took his rifle, pole, and rope His heart and eyes alight with hope,
He hasted on his way.
* Pronounced sham'o-n ; the last a broad, as in fall.
THE CHAMOIS HUNTER.
He crossed the vale — he hurried on
The first rough terrace gained ;
And to the summit strained.
And now he nears the chasmed ice;
His foot hath slipped ! — 0, heaven !
Standing asunder riven! .
But quick his clutching, nervous grasp
And thus he hangs in air ;
Twin-brother to despair.
Where he must drop to die !
Around a speck of sky.
His fainting body twists;
His burning, bursting wrists.
Hold on to the last spasm !
Is dropping down the chasm !
They call thee, Pierre! See, see them here ;
And so from out that terrible place,
Through his poor heart that day :
Over a gulf midway :
Unwinged with hope and love :
Was his best Friend above.
M. F. TUPPER.
ON THE LOSS OF THE ROYAL GEORGE.
TOLL for the brave! the 'prave that are no more!
Weigh the vessel up, once dreaded by our foes,