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POEMS OF PATRIOTISM AND FREEDOM.
In the clear heaven of her delightful eye
found ?" Art thou a man ? - a patriot? - look around ; 0, thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam, That land thy country, and that spot thy home!
BREATHES THERE THE MAN.
This is my own, my native land !
From wandering on a foreign strand ?
Man, through all ages of revolving time,
SIR WALTER SCOTT.
HOW SLEEP THE BRAVE.
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
By fairy hands their knell is rung;
There is a land, of every land the pride,
THE BRAVE AT HOME. The maid who binds her warrior's sash
With smile that well her pain dissembles, The while beneath her drooping lash
One starry tear-drop hangs and tremblos, Though Heaven alone records the tear,
And Fame shall never know her story, Her heart has shed a drop as dear
As e'er bedewed the field of glory!
Before the gates of Sutrium
Is met the great array ; A proud man was Lars Porsena
Upon the trysting-day.
For all the Etruscan armies
Were ranged beneath his eye, And many a banished Roman,
And many a stout ally ; And with a mighty following,
To join the muster, came The Tusculan Mamilius,
Prince of the Latian name.
But by the yellow Tiber
Was tumult and affright; From all the spacious champaign
To Rome men took their flight. A mile around the city
The throng stopped up the ways ; A fearful sight it was to see
Through two long nights and days.
For aged folk on crutches,
And women great with child, And mothers, sobbing over babes
That clung to them and smiled, And sick men borne in litters
High on the necks of slaves, And troops of sunburned husbandmen
With reaping-hooks and staves,
I wis, in all the Senate
There was no heart so bold
When that ill news was told.
Up rose the Fathers all ;
And hied them to the wall.
Before the River-gate ;
For musing or debate.
“The bridge must straight go down ; For, since Janiculum is lost,
Naught else can save the town." Just then a scout came flying,
All wild with haste and fear :
Lars Porsena is here."
The Consul fixed his eye,
Rise fast along the sky.
Doth the red whirlwind come ;
The trampling and the hum.
Now through the gloom appears,
The long array of spears.
Above that glimmering line, Now might ye see the banners
Of twelve fair cities shine ; But the banner of proud ('lusium
Was highest of them all, --
The terror of the Gaul.
Now might the burghers know,
Each warlike Lucumo :
On his fleet roan was seen ; And Astur of the fourfold shield, Girt with the brand none else may wield ; Toluminius with the belt of gold, And dark Verbenna from the hold
By reedy Thrasymene.
And droves of mules and asses
Laden with skins of wine, And endless flocks of goats and sheep,
And endless herds of kine, And endless trains of wagons,
That creaked beneath the weight Of corn-sacks and of household goods,
Choked every roaring gate.
Now, from the rock Tarpeian,
Could the wan burghers spy The line of blazing villages
Red in the midnight sky. The Fathers of the City,
They sat all night and day, For every hour some horseman came
With tidings of disinay.
To eastward and to westward
Have spread the Tuscan bands, Nor house, nor fence, nor dovecote
In Crustumerium stands. Verbenna down to Ostia
Hath wasted all the plain ; Astur hath stormed Janiculum,
And the stout guards are slain.