And from beneath a sheltering ivy leaf Thomas Campbell. 1777-1844. (Manual, p. 444.) HOPE BEYOND THE GRAVE. Unfading HOPE! when life's last embers burn, Oh! deep-enchanting prelude to repose, 'Tis Heaven's commanding trumpet, long and loud, Daughter of Faith! awake, arise, illume Fly, like the moon-eyed herald of Dismay, 305. THE SOLDIER'S DREAM. Our bugles sang truce-for the night-cloud had lower'd, And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roam'd on a desolate track; 'Twas Autumn-and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore And my wife sobb'd aloud in her fulness of heart. Stay, stay with us-rest, thou art weary and worn; 306. BATTLE OF THE BALTIC. Of Nelson and the North, All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on. Like leviathans afloat, Lay their bulwarks on the brine: It was ten of April morn by the chime: There was silence deep as death; Bnt the might of England flush'd O'er the deadly space between. "Hearts of oak!" our captains cried; when each gun From its adamantine lips Spread a death-shade round the ships, Like the hurricane eclipse Of the sun. Again! again! again! And the havock did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back ; Their shots along the deep slowly boom : Then ceased-and all is wail, As they strike the shatter'd sail; Or, in conflagration pale, Light the gloom. Out spoke the victor then, But yield, proud foe, thy fleet, With the crews, at England's feet, Then Denmark bless'd our chief, As death withdrew his shades from the day. O'er a wide and woeful sight, Where the fires of funeral light Died away. Now joy, Old England, raise! While the wine-cup shines in light; By thy wild and stormy steep, Brave hearts! to Britain's pride With the gallant good Riou:1 Soft sigh the winds of Heaven o'er their grave! And the mermaid's song condoles, Of the brave ! 307. YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND: A Naval Ode. Ye Mariners of England'! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze! 1 Captain Riou, justly entitled the gallant and the good, by Lord Nelson, when he wrote home his despatches. Your glorious standard launch again And sweep through the deep, The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave! For the deck it was their field of fame, Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Britannia needs no bulwark, Her march is o'er the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below,— As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow: When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow. The meteor flag of England Till danger's troubled night depart, And the star of peace return. When the storm has ceased to blow; And the storm has ceased to blow. 308. HOHENLINDEN. On Linden, when the sun was low, |