Is Rapine Glory? Carnage Fame?
Flies Crime on Vict❜ry's wing?
Their wrongs who never shall return,
Their woes that but survive to mourn,
E'en when the battle rages high,
When to the charge the legions fly,
And trumpets strike the ear,
Shall from the bravest wrest the sigh
That starts soft Pity's tear.
Where will Ambition's folly reach?
Sure Nature ne'er design'd
Her noble gifts an art should teach
To man, to thin his kind!
Well they deserve their country's care,
In its defence who fight,
Who bulwarks of the nation are,
Its glory, its delight.
Yet for their wrongs who ne'er return,
Their woes who but survive to mourn,
E'en when the battle rages high,
When to the charge the legions fly,
And trumpets cleave the air,
The truly brave shall heave a sigh,
Shall vent kind Pity's tear.
Then do not, for an empty name,
A phantom thus pursue;
Think that, if Glory mark thy fame,
Murder shall mark it too.
Reason, and Peace, and Love, dwell here;
And if, for others' woe,
We heave the sigh, and start the tear,
From guilt they never flow.
Ah! stay, lest thou shouldst ne'er return,
Lest I should but survive to mourn,
Lest, when the battle rages high,
When to the charge the legions fly,
And trumpets cleave the ear,
Thy fate demand the generous sigh,
And mine the pitying tear.
NOT YET PUBLISHED.
Sung at the Public Concerts.
ON the verge of war we stand,
Pouring forth our fervent pray'r;
Pois'd each banner, brac'd each hand;
Death or conquest all our care!
Conscious of superior might,
Panting, glowing, for the fight!
Power above! one gracious nod
To our fervent prayers bestow!
God of armies! thundering God!
Thou shalt lead us to the foe!
Plaudits to thy name we give-
May thy name for ever live!
CLEMENTI, LONDON.
Sung at the Public Concerts.
AH! gentle Hope, shall I no more
Thy chearful influence share?
O must I still thy loss deplore,
And be the slave of Care?
The gloom which now obscures my day,
At thy approach would fly;
And glowing Fancy would display
A bright, unclouded sky.
Night's dreary shadows fleet away
Before the orient beam;
So sorrow melts before thy sway,
Thou nymph of cheerful mien.
Ah! seek again thy lonely breast,
Dislodge each painful fear,
Be once again my heav'nly guest,
And stay each falling tear.
GOULDING, LONDON.
Sung at the Newcastle Concerts.
SEA-NYMPHS, sea-nymphs, follow me
Through the azure gliding wave;
Sea-nymphs, sea-nymphs, follow me
Down to Ocean's pearly cave!
There through coral groves we'll stray,
There we'll braid our flowing hair,
Or with am'rous tritons play,
Or bedeck the grot with care.
Sea-nymphs, sea-nymphs, follow me;
See, the storm begins to low'r!
Let us quit the troubled sea;
Let us seek the coral bow'r.
Hark! the foaming billows dash!
Hark! the awful thunders roar !
Plunging, let us 'scape the flash,
Or we sink to rise no more!
FRAE Barra vale I've ta'en my way,
Where Nature blossoms fair to see;
For a' her beauties, rich and gay,
Nae mair can yield delight to me.
Decreed far distant now to roam,
So much did absence change the scene,
I've left my kindred, friends, and home,
To seek the Rose of Aberdeen.
He was as brave a youth to see
As ever path'd the daisied plain;
An, oh! the lightning of his e'e
Has made my captive heart his ain.
Aft have we, telling tales of love,
Thro' Dee's green vallies stray'd at e'en ; But now, alas! I'm doom'd to rove,
And seek the Rose of Aberdeen.
Yet Hope, wha aft, when Fortune frown'd,
My sinking spirit rais'd amain,
Will yield my soldier, honour-crown'd,
Back to these longing arms again.
Nor shall I prize my laddie less,
Because in danger he has been:
No-Glory, with a richer dress,
Will deck the Rose of Aberdeen.
-LONGMAN AND CO. LONDON.ATTWOOD.
WHERE the banners of Glory are streaming,
Her image still lingers above;
And her eye seems all terribly gleaming,
Which glows but with transports of love.
Deeds of arms my soul inspire,
As the battling thunders roll;
She and Fame my bosom fire,
And to conquest light my soul !
And, 'mid slaughter, madly wounding,
Heroes dying, groans resounding,
Armour clashing,
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