High on St. Michael's Mount it shone: It shone on Beachy Head. Far on the deep the Spaniard saw, Along each southern shire, Cape beyond cape, in endless range, The fisher left his skiff to rock On Tamar's glittering waves: The rugged miners poured to war From Mendip's sunless caves: O'er Longleat's towers, o'er Cranbourne's oaks, The fiery herald flew : He roused the shepherds of Stonehenge, The rangers of Beaulieu. Right sharp and quick the bells all night Rang out from Bristol town, And ere the day three hundred horse Had met on Clifton down; The sentinel on Whitehall gate Looked forth into the night, And saw o'erhanging Richmond Hill The streak of blood-red light. Then bugle's note and cannon's roar The death-like silence broke, And with one start, and with one cry, The royal city woke. At once on all her stately gates Arose the answering fires; At once the wild alarum clashed From all the batteries of the Tower And all the thousand masts of Thames And from the furthest wards was heard The rush of hurrying feet, And the broad streams of pikes and flags And broader still became the blaze, And louder still the din, As fast from every village round The horse came spurring in : And eastward straight from wild Blackheath The warlike errand went, And roused in many an ancient hall The gallant squires of Kent. Southward from Surrey's pleasant hills Flew those bright couriers forth; High on bleak Hampstead's swarthy moor They started for the north; And on, and on, without a pause, Untired they bounded still: All night from tower to tower they sprang; They sprang from hill to hill: Till the proud peak unfurled the flag O'er Darwin's rocky dales, Till like volcanoes flared to heaven The stormy hills of Wales, Till twelve fair counties saw the blaze Till streamed in crimson on the wind The Wrekin's crest of light, Till broad and fierce the star came forth On Ely's stately fane, And tower and hamlet rose in arms O'er all the boundless plain; |