Hark to the Marshal's voice! List to the Baron's call! They quit the camp, with thundering tramp, And pass the embattled wall They march-portcullis, moat, And rampart left behind— Right on they move, while their shouts above Resound on the wings of the wind— At the gates, the crosier'd priest "Now Jesu Maria bless the March "Of England's Chivalry "And oh! may their goal, Jerusalem, "Their glorious guerdon be!" THE MINSTREL'S ODE, IN "MORAY HALL:" A POETICAL ROMANCE. WOMAN'S LOVE. 1. O WOMAN! God's best gift to Man, His Magnet thou, throughout Life's span- 2. When in the Arena of Debate, He pleads his Country's cause, The living Pillar of the State— 3. Or when, at Honour's louder call, In martial virtue strong, He quits the joys of Hearth and Hall, For the Field where warriors throng, 4. Thou, Talisman, oft nerv'st his heart (Whate'er his post,) to rise To deeds of loftier desert Of hardier emprise! 5. Throned on Ambition's proudest goal, He finds to guard from storm or shoal A Monitor in thee. 6. When, worn with Care-when, whelm'd in Woe His broken spirit grieves O'er fond hopes shatter'd and laid low, Like Autumn's wither'd leaves, 7. Thou, with an Angel's arm divine, 8. When his ebbing Life draws near it's close, (Earth's battle-storms o'erpast,) And the heart, that braved a thousand foes, Yet quails before the last, 9. When that parching thirst the tongue consumes Which Lethe soon must slake, And the weary Spirit her pinions plumes 10. How oft thy lips-ere Memory fails And Nature sinks to rest Have breathed a balm-more sweet than gales Of Araby the Blest! 11. An Anodyne-the breast to ease, With mortal death-throes riven All redolent of joy and peace, To lift the soul to Heaven! 12. Oh! if, beneath yon vault, there be Perennial Fount of Sympathy- THE SONG OF THE HOURIS; OR, SAFIE, THE PRIDE OF THE HAREM. 1 1. WITH an eye such as ne'er was portray'd by Lavater, 2. No poet, enwrapp'd in Pierian vision, No painter, unless with a pencil divine, Not the art of Apelles, the tints of a Titian, Nor all the deep lore of the metaphysician May the charms of her soul or her person enshrine. (1) The above little Cantata is founded on a Mahometan Legend. According to the Turks, besides the Celestial Houris, there are certain heaven-born Nymphs, who may be styled Terrestrial Houris (being inhabitants of Earth for a brief period, but) whom no mortal may marry; as the hour of the nuptial ceremonies would prove to the betrothed bride the hour of dissolution: when she would be translated to Paradise by an instantaneous and painless death. |