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For they had felt the blue-bent blade, And writhed at the prick of the elfin spear;
Many a time on a summer's night, When the sky was clear and the moon was bright,
They had been roused from the haunted ground,
By the yelp and bay of the fairy hound;
They had heard the twang of the maizesilk string,
When the vine-twig bows were tightly drawn,
And the nettle shaft through air was borne, Feathered with down of the hum-bird's wing.
And now they deemed the courier ouphe Some hunter sprite of the elfin ground; And they watched till they saw him mount the roof
That canopies the world around; Then glad they left their covert lair, And freaked about in the midnight air.
Up to the vaulted firmament
And a drizzly mist is round him cast,
He cannot see through the mantle murk, He shivers with cold, but he urges fast, Through storm and darkness, sleet and shade;
He lashes his steed and spurs amain,
And near him many a fiendish eye
His wings are wet around his breast,
And his ears are stunned with the thunder's
But he gave a shout, and his blade he drew, He thrust before and he struck behind,
Till he pierced their cloudy bodies through, And gashed their shadowy limbs of wind; Howling the misty spectres flew,
They rend the air with frightful cries, For he has gained the welkin blue,
And the land of clouds beneath him lies.
Up to the cope careering swift
In breathless motion fast,
On a sheet of azure cast.
O! it was sweet in the clear moonlight,
To meet the thousand eyes of night,
And feel the cooling breath of heaven! But the Elfin made no stop or stay Till he came to the bank of the milkyway;
Then he checked his courser's foot, And watched for the glimpse of the planetshoot.
THE AMERICAN FLAG
WHEN Freedom from her mountain height
And set the stars of glory there.
Majestic monarch of the cloud,
Who rear'st aloft thy regal form, To hear the tempest trumpings loud And see the lightning lances driven,
When strive the warriors of the storm, And rolls the thunder-drum of heaven, Child of the sun! to thee 't is given
To guard the banner of the free,
Flag of the brave! thy folds shall fly,
Each soldier eye shall brightly turn
Then shall thy meteor glances glow,
Flag of the seas! on ocean wave
Flag of the free heart's hope and home!
And all thy hues were born in heaven.
With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ?
The horse that twice a week I ride
My country-seat is Weehawk hill;
When merry, I the hours amuse
And when I'm troubled with the blues
Lydia Huntley Sigourney
ST. STEPHEN'S cloistered hall was proud In learning's pomp that day,
HALLECK AND DRAKE
For there a robed and stately crowd
A mariner with simple chart
While strong ambition stirs his heart,
What hath he said? With frowning face,
Sits on their brows severe,
Groans on the startled ear.
Courage, thou Genoese! Old Time
Courage, World-finder! Thou hast need!
Dark woes and ingrate wrongs I read,
Then drink thy cup of scorn,
And wrapped in fallen Cæsar's robe,
When sudden from the forest wide
A red-browed chieftain came,
With towering form, and haughty stride, And eye like kindling flame:
No wrath he breathed, no conflict sought,
But simply to the Old World brought
That welcome was a blast and ban
Was there no seer, -thou fated Man!
Thou in thy fearless faith didst hail
A weak, invading band,
But who shall heed thy children's wail Swept from their native land?
Thou gav'st the riches of thy streams,
But who to yon proud mansions, piled
THE RETURN OF NAPOLEON FROM ST. HELENA
Ho! City of the gay!
Paris! what festal rite
Doth call thy thronging million forth, All eager for the sight?
Thy soldiers line the streets
In fixed and stern array,
With buckled helm and bayonet,
As on the battle-day.
By square, and fountain side,
The Arc de Triomphe glows!