Of her wild hills, still turn my eyes to thee; Let it be so indeed! Earth hath her peace beneath the trampled stone; And let me perish where no heart shall bleed, And nought, save passing winds, shall make my moan, No tears, save night's, to wash my humble shrine, And watching o'er me, no pale face but thine. LINES. BY LUCY HOOPER. GIVE me armour of proof, I must ride to the plain ; Give me armour of proof, ere the trump sound again : To the halls of my childhood no more am I known, And the nettle must rise where the myrtle hath blown, Till the conflict is over, the battle is past Give me armour of proof-I am true to the last! Give me armour of proof-bring me helmet and spear; And bind o'er my bosom its closely linked vest, Give me armour of proof-I have torn from my heart Bring the sword of Damascus, its blade cold and bright, Give me armour of proof!-shall the cry be in vain, Give us armour of proof-our hopes were all high; Give me armour of proof-we would turn from the view, Of a world that is fading to one that is true; We would lift up each thought from this earth-shaded light, To the regions above, where there stealeth no blight; And with Faith's chosen shield by no dark tempests riven, We would gaze from Earth's storms on the brightness of Heaven. 138 ONLY ONE NIGHT AT SEA. The pledge has been received, And every heart beats high, As bounding o'er the wave, The gallant bark moves on To bear them to their grave. The merry beams of day Before the darkness flee, And gloomy night comes slowly on, And countless stars look down Within that stately boat The prattler's voice is still, And manhood's vigorous mind Is wrapped in deep repose, Forgetful of his woes. ONLY ONE NIGHT AT SEA. 139 But hark! that fearful sound, That wild, appalling cry, That wakes the sleepers from their dreams, Ah, who shall tell the hopes Great God! whose hand hath launched That our frail bark may be, Mid waves of doubt and fear, "Only one night at sea." |