The starry flag, 'neath which they fought, In many a bloody day, From their old graves shall rouse them not, For they have passed away. EXERCISE XXXVII. THE FLIGHT OF XERXES. I SAW him on the battle eve, When like a king he bore him ; The warrior, and the warrior's deeds, - No daunting thoughts came o'er him; He looked on ocean; its broad breast On earth; and saw, from east to west, While rock, and glen, and cave, and coast, He heard the imperial echoes ring,- I saw him next, alone:— - nor camp, He, who with Heaven contended, Behind, the foe;-before, the wave. He stood,fleet, army, treasure, gone, - But wave and wind swept ruthless on, And Xerxes, in a single bark, Where late his thousand ships were dark, EXERCISE XXXVIII. A CENTENNIAL HYMN. Two hundred years!-two hundred years! How much of human power and pride, What glorious hopes, what gloomy fears, Have sunk beneath their noiseless tide! The red man, at his horrid rite, Seen by the stars at night's cold noon, His dance, his yell, his council-fire, And that pale pilgrim band is gone, The ark of freedom and of God. And war-that, since, o'er ocean came, Chief, sachem, sage, bards, heroes, seers, Time, for the last two hundred years, Has raised, and shown, and swept along. 'Tis like a dream when one awakesThis vision of the scenes of old: T is like the moon when morning breaks, 'Tis like a tale round watch-fires told. Then what are we ?-then what are we ? Are but the break and close of day, Grant us that love of truth sublime, EXERCISE XXXIX. YANKEE SHIPS. OUR Yankee ships! in fleet career, Where gallant sails from other lands As stately barks from prouder seas, The Indian wave, with luring smiles, Are opening on their way; Full many a straining mast will rise High up the lashing northern deep, Where glimmering watch-lights beain, Away in beauty where the stars In tropic brightness gleam, Where'er the sea-bird wets her beak Or blows the stormy gale; On to the water's furthest verge They dip their keels in every stream They furl their sheets in threatening clouds To link with love earth's distant bays, EXERCISE XL. PLEA FOR THE RED MAN. I VENERATE the Pilgrim's cause, We seek our God in prayer; Through boundless woods he loved to roam, And the Great Spirit worshipped there. But one, one fellow-throb with us he felt; To one divinity with us he knelt; Freedom, the self-same freedom we adore, Bade him defend his violated shore. He saw the cloud ordained to grow, And burst upon his hills in woe; He saw his people withering by, Beneath the invader's evil eye; Strange feet were trampling on his father's bees At midnight hour he woke to gaze Upon his happy cabin's blaze, And listen to his children's dying groans. And was this savage? Say, Who struggled through What first your sleeping wrath awoke ? This every heart with vengeance thrilled, The word went round Alas for them! their day is o'er ; * Their fires are out from hill and shore; Their children-look! by power oppressed, But the doomed Indian leaves behind no trace, To save his own, or serve another race; With his frail breath his power has passed away; His deeds, his thoughts, are buried with his clay; Or give him with the past a rank ; Cold, with the beast he slew, he sleeps; No crowds throng round, no anthem-notes ascend, May these upon his virtues dwell, |