XXIX. My First was dark o'er earth and air, The stars that gemmed her ebon hair King Cole saw twice as many there Away, King Cole!" mine hostess said; 66 Flagon and flask are dry; Your nag is neighing in the shed, For he knows a storm is nigh:" She set my Second on his head, He stood upright upon his legs; He drained the draught to the very dregs, And he called that draught-my Whole. XXX. COME from my First, ay, come! The battle dawn is nigh; And the screaming trump and the thund'ring drum Are calling thee to die! Fight as thy father fought, Fall as thy father fell, Thy task is taught, thy shroud is wrought; So-forward! and farewell! Toll ye, my Second! toll! Fling high the flambeau's light; And sing the hymn for a parted soul, Beneath the silent night! The helm upon his head, The cross upon his breast, Let the prayer be said, and the tear be shed: Now take him to his rest! 13* Call ye my Whole, go, call! No fitter hand may crave To light the flame of a soldier's fame (1829.) B C D My First, in its usual quiet way, E Was creeping along on a wintry day, When a minstrel came to its muddy bel, With a harp on his shoulder, a wreath on his head; And "How shall I cross," the poor bard cried, "To the cloisters and courts on the other side ?" Old Euclid came; he frowned a frown ; He flung the harp and the green wreath down; The youth was mournful, the youth was mute; And he sits ever since on my Whole's kind lap, XXXII. AN aged man, with locks of snow, Sir Thomas Clover, Knight, to-day: "What can it mean, my pretty toy, With all its wheels, and threads, and springs ?” And, as he speaks, the wondering boy The good Knight hears with placid smile, By which his grandsire's fortunes grew: To teach them by what industry Their titles and their lands were won. |