THE ENGLISH BOY. 53 How bravely and how solemnly They stand, 'midst oak and yew! And round their walls the good swords hang And shields of knighthood, pure from stain- Gaze where the hamlet's ivied church Or where the minster lifts the cross Martyrs have shower'd their free heart's blood From those grey fanes of thoughtful years, Along their aisles, beneath their trees, Once fired with valour, wisdom, song, Is laid in holy trust. Gaze on-gaze farther, farther yet- Yon blue sea bears thy country's flag, Those waves in many a fight have closed Above her faithful dead; That red-cross flag victoriously They perish'd-this green turf to keep By hostile tread unstain'd; These knightly halls inviolate, Those churches unprofaned. And, high and clear, their memory's light And many an answering beacon-fire Shall there be kindled yet! Lift up thy heart, my English boy! MRS. HEMANS. Thou whose locks outshine the sun, Standing, with reluctant feet, Gazing, with a timid glance, Deep and still, that gliding stream Then why pause with indecision, Seest thou shadows sailing by, Hearest thou voices on the shore, That our ears perceive no more, Deafened by the cataract's roar? MAIDENHOOD. O thou child of many prayers! Life hath quicksands,-Life hath snares! Like the swell of some sweet tune, May glides onward into June. Childhood is the bough, where slumbered Gather, then, each flower that grows, Bear a lily in thy hand; Gates of brass cannot withstand Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth, Oh, that dew, like balm, shall steal Into wounds, that cannot heal, Even as sleep our eyes doth seal; And that smile, like sunshine, dart For a smile of God thou art. LONGFELLOW. 57 |