Turned the dead faces up to the light,
Calling, calling into the night;

Listening for word or voice

From husband, or father, or boys;
Waiting, speaking,

Questioning, seeking

Over the torn sod, reeking

With the blood of Groton Height.

And there by the sally-port,

Where the foe had entered the fort,
Lay Ledyard, gallant knight,

His bosom gored by his own brave sword,
And his hero-blood on the ground outpoured,

For the right.

LEONARD WOOLSEY BACON

THE SOLDIER'S DREAM.

OUR bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lowered,
And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky;
And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered.
The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.

When reposing that night on my pallet of straw,
By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain,
At the dead of the night, a sweet vision I saw,
And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.

Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array,
Far, far I had roamed on a desolate track;
'Twas autumn, and sunshine arose on the way

To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back.

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
From my home and my weeping friends never to part;
My little ones kissed me a thousand times o'er,

And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart.

"Stay, stay with us, rest, thou art weary and worn !"
And fain was their war-broken soldier to stay,-
But sorrow returned with the dawning of morn,
And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away!

THOMAS CAMPBELL.

CRESCENTIUS.

(Sismondi, in his "Italian Republics," says that "Crescentius, who obtained the title of Consul A.D. 980, attempted to restore Rome to her former liberty and glory. He capitulated to Emperor Otho III., and was put to death.")

I LOOKED upon his brow,-no sign

Of guilt or fear was there;

He stood as proud by that death-shrine

As even o'er despair

He had a power; in his eye

There was a deathless energy,

A spirit that could dare

The deadliest form that death could take,

And dare it for the daring's sake.

He stood, the fetters on his hand,—
He raised them haughtily;

And had that grasp been on the brand,
It could not wave on high

With freer pride than it waved now.
Around he looked with changeless brow
On many a torture nigh,—

The rack, the chain, the axe, the wheel,
And, worst of all, his own red steel.

I saw him once before; he rode
Upon a coal-black steed,

And tens of thousands thronged the road,
And bade their warrior speed.

His helm, his breastplate, were of gold,
And graved with many a dint, that told
Of many a soldier's deed;

The sun shone on his sparkling mail,
And danced his snow-plume on the gale.

But now he stood, chained and alone,
The headsman by his side;
The plume, the helm, the charger gone;
The sword that had defied
The mightiest, lay broken near;
And yet no sign or sound of fear
Came from that lip of pride;
And never king or conqueror's brow
Wore higher look than his did now.

He bent beneath the headsman's stroke
With an uncovered eye;

A wild shout from the numbers broke
Who thronged to see him die.

It was a people's loud acclaim,
The voice of anger and of shame,
A nation's funeral cry,—
Rome's wail above her only son,
Her patriot, and her latest one.

LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON.

OUR FATHERS' GOD.

HYMN OF THE VAUDOIS MOUNTAINEERS.

For the strength of the hills we bless Thee, our God, our fathers' God.

Thou hast made Thy children mighty by the touch of the

mountain sod,

Thou hast fixed our ark of refuge where the spoiler's foot ne'er

trod;

For the strength of the hills we bless Thee, our God, our fathers' God.

We are watchers of a beacon whose light must never die;
We are guardians of an altar 'midst the silence of the sky;
The rocks yield founts of courage, struck forth as by thy rod;
For the strength of the hills we bless Thee, our God, our fathers'
God.

For the dark-resounding caverns, where Thy still, small voice is

heard;

For the strong pines of the forests, that by Thy breath are stirred;

For the storms, on whose free pinions thy spirit walks abroad; For the strength of the hills we bless Thee, our God, our fathers' God.

The royal eagle darteth on his quarry from the heights,

And the stag that knows no master seeks there his wild de

lights;

But we for Thy communion have sought the mountain sod;
For the strength of the hills we bless Thee, our God, our fathers
God.

The banner of the chieftain far, far below us waves;

The war-horse of the spearman cannot reach our lofty caves; The dark clouds wrap the threshold of Freedom's last abode; For the strength of the hills we bless Thee, our God, our fathers' God.

For the shadow of Thy presence, round our camp of rock outspread;

For the stern defiles of battle, bearing record of our dead;
For the snows, and for the torrents, for the free heart's burial

sod;

For the strength of the hills we bless Thee, our God, our fathers'

God.

FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS.

UNION AND LIBERTY.

FLAG of the heroes who left us their glory,

Borne through their battle-fields' thunder and flame,
Blazoned in song and illumined in glory,
Wave o'er us all who inherit their fame.
Chorus.-Up with our banner bright,

Sprinkled with starry light,

Spread its fair emblems from mountain to shore,
While through the sounding sky

Loud rings the nation's cry,

Union and Liberty, one evermore!

Light of our firmament, guide of our nation,
Pride of her children, and honored afar,
Let the wide beams of thy full constellation
Scatter each cloud that would darken a star.
Chorus.

Empire unsceptred, what foe shall assail thee,
Bearing the standard of Liberty's van?
Think not the God of thy fathers shall fail thee,
Striving with men for the birthright of man.

Chorus.

Yet if, by madness and treachery blighted,

Dawns the dark hour when the sword thou must draw,

Then with the arms to thy millions united,

Smite the bold traitors to Freedom and Law.

Chorus.

Lord of the Universe, shield us and guide us,

Trusting Thee always, through shadow and sun.

Thou hast united us, who shall divide us?

Keep us, oh, keep us the MANY IN ONE.

Chorus.

OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.