Forceless as is the shadow of a cloud, They live but in the ear: That is best blood that hath most iron in 't Hapsburgs, and Guelfs, whose thin bloods crawl How poor their outworn coronets, Matched with one leaf of that plain civic wreath Her heel on treason, and the trumpet hears 270 275 280 Feeling his soul spring up divinely tall, Touched but in passing by her mantle-hem. Come back, then, noble pride, for 't is her dower! If his passions, hopes, and fears, If his triumphs and his tears, Kept not measure with his people? 310 Boom, cannon, boom to all the winds and waves! Clash out, glad bells, from every rocking steeple! 315 Making earth feel more firm and air breathe braver: "Be proud! for she is saved, and all have helped to save her! She that lifts up the manhood of the poor, 325 330 XI Bow down, dear Land, for thou hast found release! 335 Hath taught thee the sure wisdom of His ways, And through thine enemies hath wrought thy peace. Bow down in prayer and praise! O Beautiful! my Country! ours once more! 340 1865. Could tell our love and make thee know it, Among the Nations bright beyond compare? We will not dare to doubt thee; But ask whatever else, and we will dare! BAYARD TAYLOR THE FIGHT OF PASO DEL MAR Were torn by the mountain trees; Rode down to the Paso del Mar. The pescador, out in his shallop, Sees the dim bulk of the headland Loom over the waste of the tide; 1865. 345 350 5 ΙΟ Where the faint, moving speck of the rider 15 Stout Pablo of San Diego Rode down from the hills behind; He sang through the fog and wind. 20 Under his thick, misted eyebrows Now Bernal, the herdsman of Chino, Good reason had he to be gone! The fury was hot in his brain, And the chill, driving scud of the breakers With his poncho wrapped gloomily round him, And the chasms and steeps of the headland Wild swept the wind of the ocean, Rolling the fog from afar, When near him a mule-bell came tinkling, Midway on the Paso del Mar. "Back!" shouted Bernal, full fiercely; And "Back!" shouted Pablo, in wrath, They fought till the black wall below them Shone red through the misty blast; 60 Closed on him with terrible strength, And jerked him, despite of his struggles, Down from the saddle at length. |