For God has marked each sorrowing day, -Bryant. THE SOLDIER'S DREAM. OUR bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lowered, MEN OF ENGLAND. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, 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 sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart. Stay, stay with us! rest, thou art weary and worn." --Campbel!. 23 MEN OF ENGLAND. MEN of England! who inherit Rights that cost your sires their blood, Men whose undegenerate spirit Has been proved on land and flood; By the foes ye 've fought uncounted, Yet remember, England gathers Glow not in your hearts the same. What are monuments of bravery Pageants! let the world revere us, Bared in Freedom's holy cause. VISION OF BELSHAZZAR. Yours are Hampden's, Russell's glory, Worth a thousand Agincourts! We're the sons of sires that baffled VISION OF BELSHAZZAR. THE king was on his throne, In Judah deemed divine, The godless heathen's wine! In that same hour and hall And wrote, as if on sand,- (A solitary hand) Along the letters ran, And traced them like a wand. The monarch saw and shook, -Campbell. 25 Chaldea's seers are good, Are wise and deep in lore, A captive in the land, A stranger and a youth, The morrow proved it true. |