These it had been your lot to bear,
Had a stain been found on the earthly fair.
Now list, and mark our mild decree-
Fairy, this your doom must be:

"Thou shalt seek the beach of sand
Where the water bounds the elfin land,
Thou shalt watch the oozy brine

Till the sturgeon leaps in the bright moonshine,

Then dart the glistening arch below,
And catch a drop from his silver bow.
The water-sprites will wield their arms

And dash around, with roar and rave,
And vain are the woodland spirits' charms,
They are the imps that rule the wave.
Yet trust thee in thy single might,-
If thy heart be pure and thy spirit right,
Thou shalt win the warlock fight.

"If the spray-bead gem be won,

The stain of thy wing is washed away, But another errand must be done

Ere thy crime be lost for aye; Thy flame-wood lamp is quenched and dark,

Thou must re-illumine its spark.
Mount thy steed and spur him high
To the heaven's blue canopy;

And when thou seest a shooting star,
Follow it fast, and follow it far-

The last faint spark of its burning train
Shall light the elfin lamp again.
Thou hast heard our sentence, Fay;
Hence! to the water-side, away

THE FIRST QUEST

The goblin marked his monarch well; Ile spake not, but he bowed him low, Then plucked a crimson colon-bell,

And turned him round in nct to go. The way is long, he cannot fly,

His soiled wing has lost its power, And he winds adown the mountain high, For many a sore and weary hour, Through dreary beds of tangled fern,

Through groves of nightshade dark and dern,

Over the grass and through the brake,
Where toils the ant and sleeps the snake;
Now o'er the violet's azure flush
Ile skips along in lightsome mood;

And now he thrids the bramble bush,
Till its points are dyed in fairy blood.
He has leapt the bog, he has pierced the
brier,

He has swum the brook, and waded the mire,

Till his spirits sank, and his limbs grew weak,

And the red waxed fainter in his cheek.
He had fallen to the ground outright,

For rugged and dim was his onward track,

But there came a spotted tond in sight, And he laughed as he jumped upon her

back;

He bridled her mouth with a silk-weed twist;

He lashed her sides with an osier thong; And now through evening's dewy mist,

With leap and spring they bound along, Till the mountain's magic verge is past, And the beach of sand is reached at last.

Soft and pale is the moony beam,
Moveless still the glassy stream,
The wave is clear, the beach is bright

With snowy shells and sparkling stones; The shore-surge comes in ripples light,

In murmurings faint and distant moans; And ever afar in the silence deep

Is heard the splash of the sturgeon's leap, And the bend of his graceful bow is

seen

A glittering arch of silver sheen,
Spanning the wave of burnished blue,
And dripping with gems of the river dew.

The elfin cast a glance around,

As he lighted down from his courser toad,

Then round his breast his wings he wound,

And close to the river's brink he strode; He sprang on a rock, he breathed a prayer, Above his head his arms he threw, Then tossed a tiny curve in air,

And headlong plunged in the waters blue.

Up sprung the spirits of the waves,
From sea-silk beds in their coral caves;

With snail-plato armor snatched in haste, They speed their way through the liquid waste;

Some are rapidly borne along

On the mailed shrimp or the prickly prong,
Some on the blood-red leeches glide,
Some on the stony star-fish ride,
Some on the back of the laneing squab,
Some on the sideling soldier-crab,
And some on the jellied quarl, that flings
At once a thousand streamy stings,
They cut the wave with the living oar
And hurry on to the moonlight shore,
To guard their realms and chase away
The footsteps of the invading Fay.

Fearlessly he skims along,

His hope is high, and his limbs are strong, Ile spreads his arms like the swallow's wing,

And throws his feet with a frog-like fling; His locks of gold on the waters shine,

At his breast the tiny foam-beads rise, His back gleams bright above the brine, And the wake-line foam behind him lies. But the water-sprites are gathering near To check his course along the tide; Their warriors come in swift career

And hem him round on every side;
On his thigh the leech has fixed his hold,
The quarl's long arms are round him rolled,
The prickly prong has pierced his skin,
And the squab has thrown his javelin,
The gritty star has rubbed him raw,
And the crab has struck with his giant claw;
Ho howls with rage, and he shrieks with
pain,

He strikes around, but his blows are vain;
Hopeless is the unequal fight,
Fairy naught is left but flight.

He turned him round and fled amain
With hurry and dash to the beach again;
He twisted over from side to side,
And laid his cheek to the cleaving tide.
The strokes of his plunging arms are fleet,
And with all his might he flings his feet,
But the water-sprites are round him still,
To cross his path and work him ill.
They bade the wave before him rise;
They flung the sea-fire in his eyes,
And they stunned his ears with the scallop
stroke,

With the porpoise heave and the drum-fish croak.

THE SECOND QUEST

Up, Fairy! quit thy chick-weed bower,
The cricket has called the second hour,
Twice again, and the lark will rise
To kiss the streaking of the skies
Up! thy charmëd armor don,
Thou 'It need it ere the night be gone.

He put his acorn helmet on;

It was plumed of the silk of the thistle down;

The corselet plate that guarded his breast
Was once the wild bee's golden vest;
His cloak, of a thousand mingled dyes,
Was formed of the wings of butterflies;
His shield was the shell of a lady-bug
queen,

Studs of gold on a ground of green;
And the quivering lance, which he brau
dished bright,

Was the sting of a wasp he had slain in fight.

Swift he bestrode his fire-fly steed;
He bared his blade of the bent grass blue;
He drove his spurs of the cockle seed,
And away like a glance of thought he flew,
To skim the heavens and follow far
The fiery trail of the rocket-star.

The moth-fly, as he shot in air,
Crept under the leaf, and hid her there;
The katy-did forgot its lay,
The prowling gnat fled fast away,
The fell mosquito checked his drone
And folded his wings till the Fay was

gone,

And the wily beetle dropped his head,
And fell on the ground as if he were dend;
They crouched them close in the darksome

shade,

They quaked all o'er with awe and fear,

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 tiny bugle horn,

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

His path the fire-fly courser bent,

And at every gallop on the wind,

He flung a glittering spark behind;

He flies like a feather in the blast

Till the first light cloud in heaven is past, But the shapes of air have begun their work,

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,
For shadowy hands have twitched the rein,
And flame-shot tongues around him
played,

And near him many a fiendish cye
Glared with a fell inaliguity,
And yells of rage, and shrieks of fear,
Came screaming on his startled ear.

Ilis wings are wet around his breast,
The pluine hangs dripping from his crest,
His eyes are blurred with the lightning's
glare,

And his ears are stunned with the thunder's blare,

But he gave a shout, and his blade he drew, Ile 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,
Fleet as the swallow cuts the drift,
Or the sea-roc rides the blast,
The sapphire sheet of eve is shot,
The sphered moon is past,
The earth but seems a tiny blot
On a sheet of azure cast.
O! it was sweet in the clear moonlight,
To tread the starry plain of even,
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 milky-

THE AMERICAN FLAG

WHEN Freedom from her mountain height
Unfurled her standard to the air,
She tore the azure robe of night,

And set the stars of glory there.
She mingled with its gorgeous dyes
The milky baldrie of the skies,
And striped its pure celestial white
With streakings of the morning light;
Then from his mansion in the sup
She called her eagle bearer down,
And
gave into his mighty hand
The symbol of her chosen land.

Majestie 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,
To hover in the sulphur smoke,
To ward away the battle stroke,
And bid its blendings' shine afar,
Like rainbows on the cloud of war,
The harbingers of victory!

Flag of the brave! thy folds shall fly,
The sign of hope and triumph high,
When speaks the signal trumpet tone,
And the long line comes gleaming on.
Ere yet the life-blood, warm and wet,
Has dimmed the glistening bayonet,

Each soldier eye shall brightly turn
To where thy sky-born glories burn,
And, as his springing steps advance,
Catch war and vengeance from the glance.
And when the cannon-mouthings loud
Heave in wild wreaths the battle shroud,
And gory sabres rise and fall
Like Shoots of flame on midnight's pall,
Then shall thy meteor glances glow,
And cowering foes shall shrink beneath
Each gallant arm that strikes below
That lovely messenger of death.

Flag of the seas! on ocean wave
Thy stars shall glitter o'er the brave;
When death, careering on the gale,
Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail,
And frighted waves rush wildly back
Before the broadside's reeling rack,
Each dying wanderer of the sea
Shall look at once to heaven and thee,
And smile to see thy splendors fly
In triumph o'er his closing eye.

Flag of the free heart's hope and home!
By angel hands to valor given;
Thy stars have lit the welkin dome,

And all thy hues were born in heaven.
Forever float that standard sheet!
Where breathes the foe but falls before
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With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ?

THE NATIONAL PAINTINGS COL. TRUMBULL'S "THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE"

AWAKE, ye forms of verse divine!
Painting! descend on canvas wing,
And hover o'er my head, Design!

Your son, your glorious son, I sing;
At Trumbull's name I break my sloth,
To load him with poetic riches:
The Titian of a table-cloth!

The Guido of a pair of breeches!

Come, star-eyed maid, Equality!

In thine adorer's praise I revel;
Who brings, so fierce his love to thee,
All forms and faces to a level:
Old, young, great, small, the grave, the gay,
Each man might swear the next his
brother,

And there they stand in dread array,
To fire their votes at one another.

How bright their buttons shine! how straight

Their coat-flaps fall in plaited grace!