250 SIR GALAHAD So pass I hostel, hall and grange; By bridge and ford, by park and pale, Until I find the Holy Grail. TENNYSON. SOUND THE LOUD TIMBREL SOUND the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea! Jehovah has triumphed,-His people are free! Sing, for the pride of the tyrant is broken, His chariots, his horsemen, all splendid and brave. How vain was their boasting!-the Lord hath but spoken, And chariots and horsemen are sunk in the wave. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea! Jehovah has triumphed,-His people are free! Praise to the Conqueror, praise to the Lord! Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride? THOMAS MOORE. ST. AGNES EVE EEP on the convent roof the snows DE Are sparkling to the moon: My breath to heaven like vapor goes: The shadows of the convent towers Or this first snowdrop of the year As these white robes are soil'd and dark, To yonder shining ground, As this pale taper's earthly spark, To yonder argent round; So shows my soul before the Lamb, My spirit before Thee, So in my earthly house I am, To that I hope to be. Break up the heavens, O Lord! and far, Thro' all yon starlight keen, Draw me, thy bride, a glittering star, In raiment white and clean. ST. AGNES EVE He lifts me to the golden doors; Roll back, and far within One sabbath deep and wide- 253 TENNYSON. THE ANGELS OF BUENA VISTA SPEAK and tell us, our Ximena, looking northward far away, O'er the camp of the invaders, o'er the Mexican array, Who is losing? who is winning? are they far or come they near? Look abroad, and tell us, sister, whither rolls the storm we hear. "Down the hills of Angostura still the storm of battle rolls; Blood is flowing, men are dying; God have mercy on their souls!" Who is losing? who is winning?" Over hill and over plain, I see but smoke of cannon clouding through the mountain rain." Holy Mother! keep our brothers! Look, Ximena, look once more. "Still I see the fearful whirlwind rolling darkly as before, Bearing on, in strange confusion, friend and foeman, foot and horse, Like some wild and troubled torrent sweeping down its mountain course." |