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Song of the Emigrants in Bermuda

WHERE the remote Bermudas ride
In the ocean's bosom unespied,
From a small boat that row'd along
The listening winds received this song :
“What should we do but sing His praise
That led us through the watery maze
Where He the huge sea-monsters wracks
That lift the deep upon their backs,
Unto an isle so long unknown,
And yet far kinder than our own ?
He lands us on a grassy stage,
Safe from the storms, and prelate's rage :
He gave us this eternal spring
Which here enamels everything,
And sends the fowls to us in care
On daily visits through the air.
He hangs in sha the orange bright
Like golden lamps in a green night,
And does in the pomegranates close
Jewels more rich than Ormus shows :
He makes the figs our mouths to meet,
And throws the melons at our feet ;
But apples plants of such a price,
No tree could ever bear them twice !
With cedars chosen by his hand
From Lebanon he stores the land ;
And makes the hollow seas that roar
Proclaim the ambergris on shore.
He cast (of which we rather boast)
The Gospel's pearl upon our coast ;
And in these rocks for us did frame
A temple where to sound His name.
O let our voice His praise exalt
Till it arrive at Heaven's vault,
Which then perhaps rebounding may
Echo beyond the Mexique bay!'
-Thus sung they in the English boat
A holy and a cheerful note :
And all the way, to guide their chime,
With falling oars they kept the time.

A. MARVELL.

The Light of Other Days
OFT in the stilly night

Ere slumber's chain has bound me,
Fond Memory brings the light
Of other days around me :

The smiles, the tears

Of boyhood's years,
The words of love then spoken ;

The eyes that shone,

Now dimmed and gone,
The cheerful hearts now broken !
Thus in the stilly night

Ere slumber's chain has bound me,
Sad Memory brings the light

Of other days around me.
When I remember all

The friends so link'd together
I've seen around me fall
Like leaves in wintry weather,

I feel like one

Who treads alone
Some banquet-hall deserted,

Whose lights are fled,

Whose garlands dead,
And all but he departed !
Thus in the stilly night

Ere slumber's chain has bound me,
Sad Memory brings the light
Of other days around me.

T. MOORE.

The Fire of Drift-Wood We sat within the farm-house old,

Whose windows, looking o'er the bay, Gave to the sea-breeze, damp and cold,

An easy entrance, night and day. Not far away we saw the port,

The strange, old-fashioned, silent town, The light-house, the dismantled fort,

The wooden houses, quaint and brown. We sat and talked until the night,

Descending, filled the little room ; Our faces faded from the sight,

Our voices only broke the gloom. We spake of many a vanished scene,

Of what we once had thought and said, Of what had been, and might have been,

Anil who was changed, and who was dead ; And all that fills the hearts of friends,

When first they feel, with secret pain,
Their lives thenceforth have separate ends,

And never can be one again.
The first light swerving of the heart,

That words are powerless to express,
And leave it still unsaid in part,

Or say it in too great excess. The very tones in which we spake

Had something strange, I could but mark; The leaves of memory seemed to make

A mournful rustling in the dark. Oft died the words upon our lips,

As suddenly, from out the fire Built of the wreck of stranded ships,

The flames would leap and then expire. And, as their splendour flashed and failed,

We thought of wrecks upon the main,--Of ships dismasted, that were hailed

And sent no answer back again. The windows, rattling in their frames,

The ocean, roaring up the beach, The gusty blast, the bickering flames,

All mingled vaguely in our speech ; Until they made themselves a part

Of fancies floating through the brain, The long-lost ventures of the heart,

That send no answers back again,

O flames that glowed ! O hearts that yearned !

They were indeed too much akin, The drift wood fire without that burned, The thoughts that burned and glowed within.

LONGFELLOW.

The War-Song of Dinas Vawr

THE mountain sheep are sweeter,
But the valley sheep are fatter ;
We therefore deemed it meeter
To carry off the latter.
We made an expedition ;
We met an host and quelled it !
We forced a strong position,
And killed the men who held it.
On Dyfed's richest valley,
Where herds of kine were browsing,
We made a mighty sally,
To furnish our carousing.
Fierce warriors rushed to meet us ;
We met them, and o'erthrew them :
They struggled hard to beat us ;
But we conquered them, and slew them.
As we drove our prize at leisure,
The king marched forth to catch us :
His rage surpassed all measure,
But his people could not match us.
He fled to his hall-pillars ;
And, ere our force we led off,
Some sacked his house and cellars,
While others cut his head off.
We there, in strife bewildering,
Spilt blood enough to swim in,
We orphaned many children,
And widowed many women.
The eagles and the ravens
We glutted with our foemen
The heroes and the cravens
The spearmen and the bowmen.

We brought away from battle,
And much their land bemoaned them,
Two thousand head of cattle,
And the head of him who owned them :
Ednyfed, King of Dyfed,
His head was borne before us ;
His wine and beasts supplied our feasts,
And his overthrow, our chorus.

PEACOCK

Arethusa
ARETHUSA arose

From her couch of snows
In the Acroceraunian mountains,-

From cloud and from crag,

With many a jag
Shepherding her bright fountains.

She leapt down the rocks

With her rainbow locks Streaming among the streams ;

Her steps paved with green

The downward ravine
Which slopes to the western gleams :

And gliding and springing,

She went, ever singing,
In murmurs as soft as sleep.

The Earth seemed to love her

And Heaven smiled above her, As she lingered towards the deep.

Then Alpheus bold,

On his glacier cold,
With his trident the mountains strook,

And opened a chasın

In the rocks :-with the spasm All Erymanthus shook.

And the black south wind

It concealed behind
The urns of the silent snow,

And earthquake and thunder
Did rend in sunder
The bars of the springs below.

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