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FORWARD THE LIGHT BRIGADE!
“ FORWARD, THE LIGHT BRIGADE !"
Cannon to right of them,
Flashed all their sabres bare,
Cannon to right of them,
When can their glory fade?
MILTON ON HIS LOSS OF SIGHT.
I am old and blind !
Yet I am not cast down.
I am weak, yet strong;
Father Supreme! to thee.
O merciful One! When men are farthest, then Thou are most near, When friends pass by, my weaknesses to shun,
Thy chariot I hear.
Thy glorious face
And there is no more night.
On my bended knee,
Thyself, Thyself alone.
I have naught to fear;
Can come no evil thing.
0! I seem to stand Trembling, where foot of mortal ne'er hath been, Wrapped in the radiance from Thy sinless land,
Which eye hath never seen.
Visions come and go Shapes of resplendent beauty round me throng; From angel lips I seem to hear the flow
Of soft and holy song.
It is nothing now, When heaven is opening on my sightless eyesWhen airs from Paradise refresh my brow;
That earth in darkness lies.
In a purer clime, My being fills with rapture-waves of thought Roll in upon my spirit-strains sublime
Break over me unsought.
Give me now my lyre!
Lit by no skill of mine.
VULTURE AND INFANT.
(Anon.) I've been among the mighty Alps, and wandered thro'
their vales, And heard the honest mountaineers-rel te their dismal
tales, As round the cotters' blazing hearth, when their daily
work was o'er, They spake of those, who disappeared, and ne'er were
heard of more.
And there, I, from a shepherd, heard a narrative of
fear, A tale—to rend a mortal heart, which mothers-might
not hear; The tears—were standing in his eyes, his voice—was
tremulous ; But wiping all those tears away, he told his story thus : " It is among these barren cliffs—the ravenous vulture
dwells, Who never fattens on the prey, which from afar he
smells; But, patient, watching hour on hour, upon a lofty rock, He singles out some truant lamb, a victim, from the
flock. One cloudless Sabbath summer morn, the sun was rising
high, When, from my children on the green, I heard a fearful
cry, As if some awful deed were done, a shriek of grief, and
pain, A cry, I humbly trust in God, I ne'er may hear again. I hurried out to learn the cause ; but, overwhelmed
with fright, The children never ceased to shriek; and, from my
I missed the youngest of my babes, the darling of my
care ; But something caught my searching eyes, slow sailing
thro' the air.
Oh! what an awful spectacle—to meet a father's
eye,His infant-made a vulture's prey, with terror to
descry; And know, with agonizing heart, and with a maniac
rave, That earthly power—could not avail—that innocent to
My infant-stretched his little hands—imploringly to
me, And struggled with the ravenous bird, all vainly to get
free: At intervals, I heard his cries, as loud he shrieked and
screamed ! Until, upon the azure sky, a lessening spot he seemed.
The vulture—flapped his sail-like wings, though hearily
he flew ; A mote, upon the sun's broad face, he seemed unto my
view ; But once, I thought I saw him stoop, as if he would
alight,'Twas only a delusive thought, for all had vanished
All search was vain, and years had passed; that child
was ne'er forgot, When once a daring hunter climbed unto a lofty spmx, From thence, upon a rugged crag—the chamois never
reached, He saw-an infant's fleshless bones—the elements had