White realm of peace above the flowering line; No more for me their beauteous bloom shall glow, Their lingering sweetness load the morn- Welcome thy frozen domes, thy rocky Few are the slender flowerets, scentless, pale, O'er thee undimmed the moon-girt planets shine, That on their ice-clad stems all trem- On thy majestic altars fade the fires "THUS SAITH THE LORD, I OFFER THEE THREE THINGS." IN poisonous dens, where traitors hide In peaceful homes, where patriot fires The mother hides her trembling fear, In halls where Luxury lies at ease, crouch, The dreamer, startled from his couch, Wrings a few counters from his pouch, And murmurs faintly WAIT! In weary camps, on trampled plains That ring with fife and drum, The battling host, whose harness gleams Along the crimson-flowing streams, Calls, like a warning voice in dreams, We want you, Brother! COME ! Choose ye whose bidding ye will do, To go, to wait, to stay! The stake is laid! O gallant youth If Heaven should lose and Hell should Never or now! cries the blood of a na |