"Tell my brothers and companions when they meet and crowd around "Tell my mother that her other sons shall comfort her old age, And I was aye a truant bird, that thought his home a cage: For my father was a soldier, and even as a child My heart leaped fōrth to hear him tell of struggles fierce and wild; And when he died, and left us to divide his scanty hōard, I let them take whate'er they would, but kept my father's sword, And with boyish love I hung it where the bright light used to shine, On the cottage-wall at Bingen-calm Bingen on the Rhine! "Tell my sister not to weep for me, and sob with drooping head, When the troops are marching home again, with glad and gallant tread; But to look upon them proudly, with a calm and steadfast eye, For her brother was a soldier too, and not afraid to die. And if a comrade seek her love, I ask her in my name To listen to him kindly, without regret or shame; And to hang the old swōrd in its place (my father's sword and mine), For the honor of old Bingen-dear Bingen on the Rhine! "There's another-not a sister; in the happy days gone by, You'd have known her by the merriment that sparkled in her eye; Too innocent for coquetry,—too fond for idle scorning,– O friend! I fear the lightèst heart makes sometimes heaviest mourn ing; Tell her the last night of my life (for ere the moon be risen I dreamed I stood with her, and saw the yellow sunlight shine "I saw the blue Rhine sweep along I heard, or seemed to hear, The German songs we used to sing, in chorus sweet and clear And down the pleasant river, and up the slanting hill, The echoing chorus sounded, through the evening calm and still; And her glad blue eyes were on me as we passed with friendly talk Down many a path beloved of yore, and well-remembered walk, And her little hand lay lightly, confidingly in mine : But we'll meet no more at Bingen-loved Bingen on the Rhine!" His voice grew faint and hoarser, his grasp was childish weak,- CAROLINE NORTON. THE WIDOW AND CHILD. OME they brought her warrior dead; All her maidens, watching, said, "She must weep, or she will die." Then they praised him, soft and low, Yet she neither spoke nor moved. Stole a maiden from her place, Rose a nurse of ninety years, Set his child upon her knee— Like summer tempèst came her tears- cry; ALFRED TENNYSON. BARBARA FRIETCHIE. P from the meadows rich with corn, Uclear in the cool September morn, The clustered spires of Frederick stand Round about them orchards sweep, To the eyes of the famished Rebel horde, When Lee marched over the mountain wall,— Over the mountains winding down, Horse and foot, into Frederick town. THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER. H! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, OH What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming ; Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there; Oh! say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, And where is the band who so vauntingly swöre, 'Mid the havoc of war and the battle's confusion, A home and a country they'd leave us no mōre? Their blood hath washed out their foul footsteps' pollution; No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave; Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand Between our loved home and the war's desolation; And this be our motto, "IN GOD IS OUR TRUST ;" FRANCIS SCOTT KEY. |