And yet amidst that joy and uproar, By thy wild and stormy steep, Elsinore! LXVIII Campbell. BATTLE SONG Day, like our souls, is fiercely dark; We sleep no more; the cock crows-hark! They come! they come! the knell is rung Wide o'er their march the pomp is flung What collared hound of lawless sway, To famine dear, What pensioned slave of Attila, Leads in the rear? Come they from Scythian wilds afar Our blood to spill? Wear they the livery of the Czar? They do his will. Nor tasselled silk, nor epaulette, Nor plume, nor torse― No splendour gilds, all sternly met, But, dark and still, we inly glow, Condensed in ire! Strike, tawdry slaves, and ye shall know In vain your pomp, ye evil powers, Wrongs, vengeance, and the cause are ours, Like fire, beneath their feet awakes They rouse the brave; Or find a grave. LXIX LOYALTY Elliott. HAME, hame, hame, hame fain wad I be, O hame, hame, hame, to my ain countrie! When the flower is i' the bud and the leaf is on the tree, The lark shall sing me hame in my ain countrie; Hame, hame, hame, hame fain wad I be, O hame, hame, hame, to my ain countrie! The green leaf o' loyaltie's begun for to fa', Hame, hame, hame, hame fain wad I be, O hame, hame, hame, to my ain countrie! The great are now gane, a' wha ventured to save; Hame, hame, hame, hame fain wad I be, LXX A SEA-SONG A WET sheet and a flowing sea, And fills the white and rustling sail While like the eagle free Away the good ship flies, and leaves O for a soft and gentle wind! But give to me the snoring breeze And merry men are we. There's tempest in yon hornèd moon, The wind is piping loud, my boys, Our heritage the sea. Cunningham. LXXI A SONG OF THE SEA THE Sea! the Sea! the open Sea! It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round; I'm on the Sea! I'm on the Sea! I am where I would ever be; With the blue above, and the blue below, If a storm should come and awake the deep, I love (O! how I love) to ride I never was on the dull, tame shore, The waves were white, and red the morn, And the whale it whistled, the porpoise rolled, I've lived since then, in calm and strife, With wealth to spend, and a power to range, Shall come on the wide unbounded Sea! Procter. LXXII SENNACHERIB THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: |