“ LET US TURN HITHERWARD OUR BARK.” R. C. TRENCH. “LET ET us turn hitherward our bark,” they cried, “And, 'mid the blisses of this happy isle, Past toil forgetting and to come, abide In joyfulness awhile. And then, refreshed, our tasks resume again, If other tasks we yet are bound unto, Combing the hoary tresses of the main With sharp swift keel anew." O heroes, that had once a nobler aim, O heroes, sprung from many a godlike line, What will ye do, unmindful of your fame, And of your race divine ? But they, by these prevailing voices now Lured, evermore draw nearer to the land, Nor saw the wrecks of many a goodly prow, That strewed that fatal strand; Or seeing, feared not-warning taking none From the plain doom of all who went before, Whose bones lay bleaching in the wind and sun, And whitened all the shore. CARMEN SÆCULARE. MDCCCLIII. “Quicquid agunt homines, nostri est farrago libelli.” A CRIS hyems jam venit : hyems genus omne perosa Foemineum, et senibus glacies non æqua rotundis : : Apparent rari stantes in tramite glauco; Radit iter, cogitque nives, sua tela, juventus. Trux matrona ruit, multos dominata per annos, Digna indigna minans, glomeratque volumina crurum; Illa parte senex, amisso forte galero, Per plateas bacchatur; eum chorus omnis agrestum Ridet anhelantem frustra, et jam jamque tenentem Quod petit; illud agunt venti prensumque resorbent. Post, ubi compositus tandem votique potitus Sedit humi; flet crura tuens nive candida lenta, |