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, 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.-Filz 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 a king; In dreams, his song of triumph heard; An hour passed on,- the Turk awoke; He woke to hear his sentries shriek- And death-shots falling thick and fast 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. Come to the bridal chamber, Death! Come to the mother when she feels With banquet song, and dance, and wine,— The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier, But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free, The thanks of millions yet to be. Greece nurtured in her glory's time, We tell thy doom without a sigh; That were not born to die! 83. THE LAUNCHING OF THE SHIP.-Henry W. Longfellow. Then the Master, With a gesture of command, Waved his hand; And at the word, Loud and sudden there was heard, The sound of hammers, blow on blow, She starts-she moves-she seems to feel And, spurning with her foot the ground, She leaps into the ocean's arms! And lo! from the assembled crowd There rose a shout, prolonged and loud, That to the ocean seemed to say, "Take her, O bridegroom old and gray; Take her to thy protecting arms, With all her youth and all her charms." How beautiful she is! how fair She lies within those arms, that press Of tenderness and watchful care! Through wind and wave, right onward steer! Are not the signs of doubt or fear. Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State, With all the hopes of future years, Fear not each sudden sound and shock, Are all with thee-are all with thee! 84. THREE DAYS IN THE LIFE OF COLUMBUS.-Delavigne. Idem. On the deck stood Columbus; the ocean's expanse, Untried and unlimited, swept by his glance. “Back to Spain!" cry his men; "Put the vessel about! We venture no further through danger and doubt.”"Three days, and I give you a world!" he replied; 66 Bear up, my brave comrades; - three days shall decide." He sails, but no token of land is in sight; He sails, but the day shows no more than the night; On, onward he sails, while in vain o'er the lee The lead is plunged down through a fathomless sea. The second day's past, and Columbus is sleeping, While Mutiny near him its vigil is keeping: 66 'Shall he perish?”—“Ay! death!" is the barbarous cry. "He must triumph to-morrow, or, perjured, must die!" Ungrateful and blind!— shall the world-linking sea, He traced for the Future, his sepulchre be? Shall that sea, on the morrow, with pitiless waves, Fling his corse on that shore which his patient eye craves? The corse of an humble adventurer, then; One day later, Columbus, the first among men! But hush! he is dreaming!-A veil on the main, At the distant horizon, is parted in twain, And now, on his dreaming eye,-rapturous sight!— Fresh bursts the New World from the darkness of night! O vision of glory! how dazzling it seems! How glistens the verdure! how sparkle the streams! |