THE COMING OF SPRING And the next thing, in the woods, And the tassels soft and fine So, silently but swift, Once more, and yet once more, We see the bloom of birth NORA PERRY. 75 BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE OT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, NOT As his corse to the rampart we hurried; We buried him darkly, at dead of night, No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet or in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; But half of our heavy task was done When the clock tolled the hour for retiring; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory! We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory. CHARLES Wolfe. 77 I CHRISTMAS BELLS [Written December 25, 1864.] HEARD the bells on Christmas Day And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good will to men! And thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along The unbroken song Of peace on earth, good will to men! Till ringing, singing on its way, A chant sublime Of peace on earth, good will to men! Then from each black, accursed mouth The cannon thundered in the South, And with the sound The carols drowned Of peace on earth, good will to men! CHRISTMAS BELLS It was as if an earthquake rent The households born Of peace on earth, good will to men! For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good will to men! Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: "God is not dead; nor doth he sleep! The Wrong shall fail, And Right prevail, With peace on earth, good will to men!" LONGFELLOW. 79 |