120 THE HERITAGE O poor man's son! scorn not thy state; Toil only gives the soul to shine, Both, heirs to some six feet of sod, JAMES RUSSELL Lowell. THE MARSEILLAISE E sons of Freedom, wake to glory! YE Hark! Hark! what myriads bid you riseYour children, wives, and grandsires hoary, Behold their tears and hear their cries! Shall hateful tyrants, mischiefs breeding, With hireling hosts, a ruffian band, Affright and desolate the land, While peace and liberty lie bleeding? To arms! to arms! ye brave! The avenging sword unsheathe; March on march on! all hearts resolved On victory or death. Now, now, the dangerous storm is rolling, The dogs of war, let loose, are howling, With crimes and blood their hands imbruing? The avenging sword unsheathe; March on march on! all hearts resolved On victory or death. 122 THE MARSEILLAISE With luxury and pride surrounded, The avenging sword unsheathe; O Liberty! can man resign thee, The avenging sword unsheathe; March on march on! all hearts resolved ROUGET DE L'ISLE. THE MINSTREL BOY HE minstrel boy to the war is gone, THE In the ranks of death you'll find him; His father's sword he has girded on, And his wild harp slung behind him."Land of song!" said the warrior bard, "Though all the world betrays thee, "One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, "One faithful harp shall praise thee!" The minstrel fell!-but the foeman's chain For he tore its chords asunder, And said, "No chains shall sully thee, "Thou soul of love and bravery! "Thy songs were made for the pure and free, "They shall never sound in slavery!" THOMAS Moore. THE NECKAN N summer on the headlands, IN The Baltic Sea along, Sits Neckan with his harp of gold, Green rolls beneath the headlands, He sings not of the ocean, Its shells and roses pale; Of earth, of earth, the Neckan sings, He hath no other tale. He sits upon the headlands, Sings how, a knight, he wandered But earthly knights have harder hearts |