80. THE SONG OF THE CAMP.-Bayard Taylor. AN INCIDENT OF THE CRIMEAN WAR. Effusive and expulsive O., medium pitch, sustained force. "Give us a song!" the soldiers cried, The outer trenches guarding, Grew weary of bombarding. The dark Redan, in silent scoff, Lay, grim and threatening, under; There was a pause. A guardsman said: Sing while we may, another day Will bring enough of sorrow." They lay along the battery's side, Brave hearts, from Severn and from Clyde, They sang of love and not of fame; Voice after voice caught up the song, Rose like an anthem, rich and strong,- Dear girl, her name he dared not speak, Beyond the darkening ocean burned How English love remembers. And once again a fire of hell Rained on the Russian quarters, And Irish Nora's eyes are dim For a singer, dumb and gory; Sleep, soldiers! still in honored rest The bravest are the tenderest,- 224. Moderate Movement. 81. THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS.-Henry W. Longfellow. Effusive and expulsive O., medium and high pitch, varied melody. It was the schooner Hesperus That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter To bear him company. Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds The skipper he stood beside the helm, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now west now south. Then up and spake an old sailor, “I pray thee put into yonder port, "Last night the moon had a golden ring, The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the northeast; The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain She shuddered and paused like a frightened steed, 'Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale, That ever wind did blow." He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat He cut a rope from a broken spar, And bound her to the mast. “Oh, father! I hear the church-bells ring, Oh, say, what may it be?" ""Tis a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast!"And he steered for the open sea. 66 Oh, father! I hear the sound of guns, "Some ship in distress, that cannot live "Oh, father! I see a gleaming light, But the father answered never a word, Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave On the lake of Galilee. And fast through the midnight dark and drear, Toward the reef of Norman's Woe. And ever, the fitful gusts between The breakers were right beneath her bows, And a whooping billow swept the crew She struck where the white and fleecy waves But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice, At daybreak on the bleak sea-beach, To see the form of a maiden fair Lashed close to a drifting mast. The salt sea was frozen on her breast, And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed, Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, Christ save us all from a death like this, On the reef of Norman's Woe! 82. MARCO BOZZARIS.-Fitz Greene Halleck. Effusive and Explosive O., medium pitch, varied melody. The Turk was dreaming of the hour In dreams, through camp and court he bore In dreams, his song of triumph heard; As Eden's garden bird. An hour passed on,- the Turk awoke; He woke to hear his sentries shriek "TO ARMS! they come! the GREEK! the GREEK!" And death shots falling thick and fast "Strike,- till the last armed foe expires! They fought, like brave men, long and well; Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile, when rang their proud hurrah, Then saw in death his eyelids close, Calmly, as to a night's repose, Like flowers at set of sun. |