The wild and wondrous melodies To which the ancient rocks gave birth?1 The emerald waves!-they take their hue Yet on the breeze thou still wouldst hear And ever should the sound be near Of founts that ripple through its glades; But woe for him who sees them burst With their bright spray-showers to the lake! For ever pouring through his dreams, Bright, bright in many a rocky urn, 1 The stones on the banks of the Orinoco, called by the South American missionaries Laxas de Musica, and alluded to in a former note. From the blue mountains to the main, E'en thus our hunters came of yore Back from their long and weary quest ;- They lay beside our glittering rills, Where elk and deer before us fly; They bent no more the forest-bow, They arm'd not with the warrior-band, The moons waned o'er them dim and slowThey left us for the spirits' land! Beneath our pines yon greensward heap Shows where the restless found their sleep. Son of the stranger! if at eve Silence be 'midst us in thy place, The strength of battle and of chase! 10* THE BENDED BOW. It is supposed that war was anciently proclaimed in Britain by sending messengers in different directions through the land, each bearing a bended bow; and that peace was in like manner announced by a bow unstrung, and therefore straight. the Cambrian Antiquities. THERE was heard the sound of a coming foe, "Heard you not the battle-horn ?— be riven! Leave it for the winds to shed Arm! ere Britain's turf grow red!" And the reaper arm'd, like a freeman's son; "Hunter! leave the mountain-chase! Let the wolf go free to-day, Arm thee! Britain's foes are nigh!" And the hunter arm'd ere the chase was done; See "Chieftain! quit the joyous feast! And the chieftain arm'd, and the horn was blown; And the bended bow and the voice pass'd on. "Prince! thy father's deeds are told, Give our bards a tale of thee!" And the prince came arm'd, like a leader's son; And the bended bow and the voice pass'd on. "Mother! stay thou not thy boy! Britain calls the strong in heart!" And the bended bow and the voice pass'd on; HE NEVER SMILED AGAIN. It is recorded of Henry the First, that after the death of his son, Prince William, who perished in a shipwreck off the coast of Normandy, he was never seen to smile. THE bark that held a prince went down, He lived for life may long be borne Ere sorrow break its chain; Why comes not death to those who mourn?- There stood proud forms around his throne, But which could fill the place of one, But seas dash'd o'er his son's bright hair— He sat where festal bowls went round, He heard the minstrel sing, He saw the tourney's victor crown'd, Amidst the knightly ring: A murmur of the restless deep Was blent with every strain, A voice of winds that would not sleep He never smiled again. |