On the exploit of Arnold Winkelried, at the battle of Sempach, in which the Swiss, fighting for their independence, totally defeated the Austrians, in the fourteenth century. "MAKE way for Liberty !" he cried; Made way for Liberty, and died! In arms the Austrian phalanx stood, A wall, where every conscious stone A rampart all assaults to bear, Till time to dust their frames should wear; A wood, like that enchanted grove*, In which with fiends Rinaldo strove, A spirit prisoned in its breast, Which the first stroke of coming strife *See Tasso's Jerusalem Delivered, Canto xviii. So dense, so still, the Austrians stood, Whose polished points before them shine, Opposed to these, a hovering band Peasants, whose new-found strength had broke They came to conquer or to fall, And now the work of life and death The fire of conflict burned within, The battle trembled to begin : Yet while the Austrians held their ground, Few were the numbers she could boast; And felt as though himself were he, It did depend on one indeed ; There sounds not to the trump of fame The echo of a nobler name. Unmarked he stood amid the throng, In rumination deep and long, Till you might see with sudden grace, Tell where the bolt would strike, and how. But, 'twas no sooner thought than done; The field was in a moment won :"Make way for Liberty !" he cried, Then ran, with arms extended wide, As if his dearest friend to clasp ; Ten spears he swept within his grasp : "Make way for Liberty!" he cried, Their keen points met from side to side; He bowed amongst them like a tree, And thus made way for Liberty. Swift to the breach his comrades fly; Rout, ruin, panic, scattered all : Thus Switzerland again was free ; A SPRING DIRGE. BY BERNARD BARTON, ESQ. I. THE Songster on the bough; Spring's early greenness, and its opening flower, II. My heart, with answering glee, Was wont to hail 'the merry month of May ;' And, like the sapling tree, To bud and blossom in its genial ray. III. Now it seems cold and drear, While birds are singing round, and flowerets blow; As-rugged, mossed and sere, Stands the scathed trunk whose sap forgets to flow. |