XX. And I, too, thought it well! That very morn I watch'd the fearful rites; and if there sprung XXI. But I was waken'd as the dreamers waken Whom the shrill trumpet and the shriek of dread Rouse up at midnight, when their walls are taken, And they must battle till their blood is shed On their own threshold-floor. A path for light Through my torn breast was shatter'd by the might Of the swift thunder-stroke-and Freedom's tread Came in through ruins, late, yet not in vain, Making the blighted place all green with life again. XXII. Still darkly, slowly, as a sullen mass Of cloud, o'ersweeping, without wind, the sky, Till in his place came one-oh! could it be? -My friend, my heart's first friend !-and did I gaze on thee? XXIII. On thee! with whom in boyhood I had play'd, And to whose eye my youthful soul had laid And by whose side 'midst warriors I had stood, And in whose helm was brought-oh! earn'd with blood! The fresh wave to my lips, when tropic beams Smote on my fever'd brow!—Ay, years had pass'd, Severing our paths, brave friend!—and thus we met at last! XXIV. I see it still the lofty mien thou borest- -And thou-hadst thou but died with thy true brethren there! XXV. I call the fond wish back-for thou hast perish'd -Ay, with their ashes hath the wind been sown, Filling man's heart and home with records of the dead. XXVI. Thou Searcher of the Soul! in whose dread sight Thou know'st-whose eye through shade and depth can see, That this man's crime was but to worship thee, Like those that made their hearts thy sacrifice, The call'd of yore; wont by the Saviour's side, On the dim Olive-Mount to pray at eventide. XXVII. For the strong spirit will at times awake, XXVIII. But this I felt not yet. I could but gaze On him, my friend; while that swift moment threw Like water-drops on some dim picture's hue; And he his sword was like a brother's worn, That watches through the field his mother's youngest born. XXIX. But a lance met me in that day's career, Covering me with his mantle !-all the past Flow'd back-my soul's far chords all answer'd to the blast. |