82. MARCO BOZZARIS.-Filz Greene Halleck. Effusive and Explosive O., medium pitch, varied melody. The Turk was dreaming of the hour In dreams, through camp and court he bore In dreams, his song of triumph heard; As Eden's garden bird. An hour passed on,- the Turk awoke; He woke to hear his sentries shriek 66 "TO ARMS! they come! the GREEK! the GREEK!' And death shots falling thick and fast "Strike,- till the last armed foe expires! They fought, like brave men, long and well; Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile, when rang their proud hurrah, Then saw in death his eyelids close, Calmly, as to a night's repose, Like flowers at set of sun. Come to the bridal chamber, Death! Come to the mother when she feels With banquet song, and dance, and wine,— The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier, But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free, The thanks of millions yet to be. Greece nurtured in her glory's time, We tell thy doom without a sigh; That were not born to die! 83. THE LAUNCHING OF THE SHIP.-Henry W. Longfellow Idem. All is finished! and at length Has come the bridal day Of beauty and of strength. To-day the vessel shall be launched! Slowly, in all his splendors dight, The great sun rises to behold the sight. Then the Master, With a gesture of command, Waved his hand; And at the word, Loud and sudden there was heard, The sound of hammers, blow on blow, She starts-she moves-she seems to fee! And, spurning with her foot the ground, And lo! from the assembled crowd There rose a shout, prolonged and loud, That to the ocean seemed to say, How beautiful she is! how fair She lies within those arms, that press Of tenderness and watchful care! bail forth into the sea, O ship! Through wind and wave, right onward steer! The moistened eye, the trembling lip, Are not the signs of doubt or fear. Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! Fear not each sudden sound and shock, Are all with thee-are all with thee! 84. THREE DAYS IN THE LIFE OF COLUMBUS.-Delavigne. Idem. On the deck stood Columbus; the ocean's expanse, Untried and unlimited, swept by his glance. "Back to Spain!" cry his men; "Put the vessel about! We venture no further through danger and doubt.' 66 Three days, and I give you a world!" he replied; - “Bear up, my brave comrades; — three days shall decide." He sails, but no token of land is in sight; He sails, but the day shows no more than the night;— On, onward he sails, while in vain o'er the lee The lead is plunged down through a fathomless sea. The second day's past, and Columbus is sleeping, "Shall he perish?"-"Ay! death!" is the barbarous cry. Shall that sea, on the morrow, with pitiless waves, One day later,— Columbus, the first among men! But hush! he is dreaming!-A veil on the main, At the distant horizon, is parted in twain, And now, on his dreaming eye,-rapturous sight!— Fresh bursts the New World from the darkness of night! O vision of glory! how dazzling it seems! How glistens the verdure! how sparkle the streams! How blue the far mountains! how glad the green isles! But, lo! his dream changes;— a vision less bright Is the up-lifted cross in the red hand of Zeal! Again the dream changes. Columbus looks forth, They have conquered! The People, with grateful acclaim, In his patriot heart and republican mind. Oh, type of true manhood! What sceptre or crown In Freedom's behalf, sets his mark on the age; At length, o'er Columbus slow consciousness breaks; “Land! land!" cry the sailors; “land! land!"—he awakes,He runs,- yes! behold it!-it blesseth his sight,— The land! Oh, dear spectacle! transport! delight! |