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Al else had perish’d-save a wedding-ring
There then had she found a grave!
330. Rev. Charles Wolfe. 1791-1823. (Manual, p. 460.)
THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE. Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note,
As his corse to the rampart we hurried ;' Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot
O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
The sods with our bayonets turning-
And the lantern dimly burning.
Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest,
With his martial cloak around him.
And we spoke not a word of sorrow ;
And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
And smooth'd down his lonely pillow,
And we far away on the billow.
And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him-
In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
When the clock struck the hour for retiring; And we heard the distant and random gun
That the foe was sullenly firing.
Slowly and sadly we laid him down,
From the field of his fame fresh and gory;
But we left him alone with his glory.
James Montgomery. 1771-1854. (Manual, p. 460.)
331. FROM THE WEST INDIES.'
THE LOVE OF COUNTRY AND OF HOME. There is a land, of every land the pride, Beloved by heaven, o'er all the world beside ; Where brighter suns dispense serener light, And milder moons emparadise the night; A land of beauty, virtue, valour, truth, Time-tutor'd age, and love-exalted youth : The wandering mariner, whose eye explores The wealthiest isles, the most enchanting shores, Views not a realm so bountiful and fair, Nor breathes the spirit of a purer air ; In every clime the magnet of his soul, Touch'd by remembrance, trembles to that pole ; For in this land of heaven's peculiar grace, The heritage of nature's noblest race, There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest : Where man, creation's tyrant, casts aside His sword and sceptre, pageantry and pride, While in his soften'd looks benignly blend The sire, the son, the husband, father, friend : Here woman reigns; the mother, daughter, wife, Strews with fresh flowers the narrow way of life; In the clear heaven of her delightful eye, An angel-guard of loves and graces lie; Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fireside pleasures gambol at her feet. “ Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found ?” Art thou a man ?-a patriot ?-look around; Oh thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam, That land THY COUNTRY, and that spot THY HOME!
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire
Utter'd or unexpress'd ; The motion of a hidden fire
That trembles in the breast.
Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear ;
When none but God is near.
Prayer is the simplest form of speech
That infant lips can try ; Prayer tặe sublimest strains that reach
The Majesty on high.
The Christian's native air;
He enters heaven by prayer.
Returning from his ways ;
And say, “ Behold, he prays !"
In word, and deed, and mind,
Their fellowship they find.
The Holy Spirit pleads;
For sinners intercedes.
O Thou, by whom we come to God,
The Life, the Truth, the Way, The path of prayer thyself hast trod,
Lord, teach us how to pray!
333. Matthew Gregory Lewis. 1775-1818. (Manual, p. 464.)
ALONZO THE BRAVE AND THE FAIR IMOGENE.
Conversed as they sat on the green ;
The maiden's the Fair Imogene.
“ And oh!” said the youth, “since to-morrow I go,
To fight in a far distant land,
On a wealthier suitor your hand !”
“Oh! hush these suspicions,” Fair Imogene said,
“ Offensive to love and to me;
“If e'er, by caprice or by wealth led aside,
I forget my Alonzo the Brave,
And bear me away to the grave !”
To Palestine hastened the hero so bold,
His love she lamented him sore;
Arrived at Fair Imogene's door.
His treasures, his presents, his spacious domain,
Soon made her untrue to her vows;
And carried her home as his spouse.
And now had the marriage been blest by the priest;
The revelry now was begun;
When the bell at the castle tolled-one.
Then first with amazement Fair Imogene found
A stranger was placed by her side :
But earnestly gazed on the bride.
His armour was sable to view;
The lights in the chamber burned blue.
The guests sat in silence and fear;
And deign to partake of our cheer.”
His vizor he slowly unclosed;
When a skeleton's head was exposed !
All turned with disgust from the scene;
While the spectre addressed Imogene :-
“Remember Alonzo the Brave!
And bear thee away to the grave!”
While loudly she shrieked in dismay;
Or the spectre that bore her away.
To inhabit the castle presume ;
And mourns her deplorable doom.