To them that wept and cursed Bull Run, Had not defeat upon defeat, Disaster on disaster come, Had never marched behind the drum. There is a Hand that bends our deeds I only know it shall be high, I only know it shall be great. RICHARD HOVEY. WE ARE OUR FATHERS' SONS WE are our fathers' sons: let those who lead us know! 'T was only yesterday sick Cuba's cry Came up the tropic wind, "Now help us, for we die! " Then Alabama heard, And rising, pale, to Maine and Idaho Shouted a burning word; Proud state with proud impassioned state conferred, And at the lifting of a hand sprang forth, East, west, and south, and north, Beautiful armies. Oh, by the sweet blood and young Shed on the awful hill slope at San Juan, By the unforgotten names of eager boys Who might have tasted girls' love and been stung And starry griefs, now the spring nights come on, We charge you, ye who lead us, Breathe on their chivalry no hint of stain! One least leaf plucked for chaffer from the bays Of their dear praise, One jot of their pure conquest put to hire, Tempt not our weakness, our cupidity! The cup of trembling shall be drainèd quite, With ashes of the hearth shall be made white Shall our intolerable self-disdain Wreak suddenly its anger and its pain; We shall discern the right And do it, tardily.- O ye who lead, Take heed! Blindness we may forgive, but baseness we will smite. WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY. (An Ode in Time of Hesitation. ) HOW SLEEP THE BRAVE How sleep the brave, who sink to rest WILLIAM COLLINS. Hark! heard you not those hoofs of dreadful note? Red Battle stamps his foot, and nations feel the shock. PART VII BATTLE ECHOES FLODDEN FIELD "BUT see! look up! -on Flodden bent Nor martial shout, nor minstrel tone, Told England, from his mountain-throne Scarce could they hear or see their foes, Of sudden and portentous birth, O, life and death were in the shout, Wide raged the battle on the plain; Spears shook, and falchions flashed amain; Fell England's arrow-flight like rain; Crests rose, and stooped, and rose again, Wild and disorderly. Amid the scene of tumult, high They saw the Lord Marmion's falcon fly: And stainless Tunstall's banner white, And Edmund Howard's lion bright, |