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Last noon beheld them full of lusty life,
The midnight brought the signal - sound of strife,
Battle's magnificently- stern array!
The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent
Rider and horse, - friend, foe, in one red burial blent!
Their praise is hymn'd by loftier harps than mine; Yet one I would select from that proud throng, Partly because they blend me with his line, And partly that I did his sire some wrong, And partly that bright names will hallow song; And his was of the bravest, and when shower'd The death-bolts deadliest the thinn'd files along. Even where the thickest of wsr's tempest lower'd, They reach'd no nobler breast than thine, young, gallant Howard!
There have been tears and breaking hearts for thee,
And mine were nothing, had I such to give;
With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring
I turn'd from all she brought to those she could not
I turn'd to thee, to thousands, of whom each
The Archangel's trump, not Glory's, must awake
May for a moment soothe, it cannot slake
The fever of vain longing, and the name
So honoured but assumes a stronger, bitterer claim.
They mourn, but smile at length; and, smiling,
The tree will wither long before it fall;
The hull drives on, though mast and sail be torn ;
Stands when its wind- worn battlements are gone;
The day drags through though storms keep out the
And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on:
Even as a broken mirror, which the glass
The same, and still the more, the more it breaks;
Shewing no visible sign, for such things are untold.
There is a very life in our despair,
Vitality of poison,
a quick root
Which feeds these deadly branches; for it were
Like to the apples on the 8 Dead Sea's shore,
Existence by enjoyment, and count o'er
Such hours 'gainst years of life,—say, would he name threescore?
The Psalmist numbered out the years of man:
Millions of tongues record thee, and anew
Their children's lips shall echo them, and say "IIere, where the sword united nations drew, "Our countrymen were warring on that day!" And this is much, and all which will not pass away.
There sunk the greatest, nor the worst of men,
One moment of the mightiest, and again
Conqueror and captive of the earth art thou!
Who deem'd thee for a time whatc'er thou didst assert.