I said to Death's uplifted dart, Shall, smiling, pass away TO A WAVE. BY J. O. ROCKWELL. LIST! thou child of wind and sea, Wave! now on the golden sands, To my heart some pleasant token? TO A WAVE. Spangles of the ore of silver, Which with playful singing mouth, Thou hast leaped on high to pilfer? Mournful Wave! I deemed thy song While the brave and fair were dying. Hast thou seen the hallowed rock, Where the pride of kings reposes, Or with joyous playful leap Hast thou been a tribute flinging Up that bold and jutting steep, Pearls upon the south wind stringing? Faded Wave! a joy to thee Oh! may my departure be Calm as thine, thou ocean rover' 69 70 PHILIP OF MOUNT HOPE. PHILIP OF MOUNT HOPE. BY C. SHERRY. AWAY! away! I will not hear Of aught but death or vengeance now; By the eternal skies, I swear My knee shall never learn to bow! Will not hear a word of peace, Nor grasp in friendly grasp a hand, Linked to the pale-browed stranger race, That work the ruin of our land. Before their coming, we had ranged As free as roll the chainless streams, Touch not the hand they stretch to you; The falsely proffered cup, put by; Will you believe a coward true? Or taste the poison draught to die? Their friendship is a lurking snare, Their honor but an idle breath; Their smile-the smile that traitors wear; Their love is hate, their life is death. |