What would not, Peace! the patriot bear for

thee? O FIRST of human blessings, and supreme !

What painful patience? What incessant care ? Fair Peace ! how lovely, how delightful thou !

What mixed anxiety? What sleepless toil ?

E'en from the rash protected, what reproach? By whose wide tie the kindred sons of men

For he thy value knows; thy friendship he
Like brothers live, in amity combined

To human nature : but the better thou,
And unsuspicious faith ; while honest toil

The richer of delight, sometimes the more
Gives every joy, and to those joys a right

Inevitable WAR,

when ruffian force
Which idle, barbarous rapine but usurps.

Awakes the fury of an injured state.
Pure is thy reign ; when, unaccursed by blood,
Naught, save the sweetness of indulgent showers, Roused by bold insult and injurious rage,

E'en the good patient man whom reason rules,
Trickling, distills into the vernant glebe;

With sharp and sudden check the astonished sons
Instead of mangled carcasses, sad seen,
When the blithe sheaves lie scattered o'er the His bolder heart ; in awful justice clad ;

Of violence confounds ; firm as his cause
field ;
When only shining shares, the crooked knife,

His eyes effulging a peculiar fire :

And, as he charges through the prostrate war, And hooks imprint the vegetable wound;

His keen arm teaches faithless men no more
When the land blushes with the rose alone,

To dare the sacred vengeance of the just.
The falling fruitage, and the bleeding vine.
O Peace! thou source and soul of social life ;

Then ardent rise! O, great in vengeance rise !
Beneath whose calm inspiring influence

O'erturn the proud, teach rapine to restore ;
Science his views enlarges, Art refines,
And swelling commerce opens all her ports ;

And, as you ride sublimely round the world,
Blessed be the man divine who gives us thee !

Make every vessel stoop, make every state Who bids the trumpet hush his horrid clang,

At once their welfare and their duty know.

Nor blow the giddy nations into rage ;
Who sheathes the murderous blade ; the deadly

Into the well-piled armory returns ;

And, every vigor from the work of death
To grateful industry converting, makes
The country flourish and the city sinile.

King Philip. By heaven, lady, you shall have
Unviolated, him the virgin sings,
And him the smiling mother to her train. To curse the fair proceedings of this day.
Of him the shepherd in the peaceful dale Have I not pawned to you my majesty ?
Chants ; and, the treasures of his labor sure, CONSTANCE. You have beguiled me with a
The husbandman of him, as at the plow

Or team he toils. With him the sailor soothes, Resembling majesty; which, being touched and
Beneath the trembling moon, the midnight wave; tried,
And the full city, warm, from street to street Proves valueless : you are forsworn, forsworn ;
And shop to shop responsive, rings of him. You came in arms to spill mine enemies' blood,

Nor joys one land alone ; his praise extends But now in arms you strengthen it with yours :
Far as the sun rolls the diffusive day;

The grappling vigor and rough frown of war
Far as the breeze can bear the gifts of peace, Is cold, in amity and painted peace,
Till all the happy nations catch the song. And our oppression hath made up this league:


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Arm, arm, you heavens, against these perjured

A widow cries ; be husband to me, heavens !
Let not the hours of this ungodly day
Wear out the day in peace; but, ere sunset,

Now went forth the morn,
Set armed discord 'twixt these perjured kings !

Such as in highest heaven, arrayed in gold
Hear me, 0, hear me !

Empyreal ; from before her vanished night,
Lady Constance, peace.

Shot through with orient beams; when all the
CONSTANCE. War! war! no peace! peace is to

plain me a war.

Covered with thick embattled squadrons bright,
Chariots, and flaming arms, and fiery steeds,

Reflecting blaze on blaze, first met his view.

Clouds began
How glorious fall the valiant, sword in hand, To darken all the hill, and smoke to roll
In front of battle for their native land !

In dusky wreaths, reluctant flames, the sign
But 0, what ills await the wretch that yields,

Of wrath awaked ; nor with less dread the loud
A recreant outcast from his country's fields ! Ethereal trumpet from on high 'gan blow;
The monarch whom he loves shall quit her home, At which command the powers militant
An aged father at his side shall roam ;

That stood for heaven, in mighty quadrate joined
His little ones shall weeping with him go, Of union irresistible, moved on
And a young wife participate his woe ;

In silence their bright legions, to the sound
While, scorned and scowled upon by every face, of instrumental harmony, that breathed
They pine for food, and beg from place to place. Heroic ardor to adventurous deeds

Under their godlike leaders, in the cause Stain of his breed ! dishonoring manhood's Of God and his Messiah. On they move form,

Indissolubly firm ; nor obvious hill,
All ills shall cleave to him :-- Affliction's storm Nor straitening vale, nor wood, nor stream, divides
Shall blind him, wandering in the vale of years,

Their perfect ranks ; for high above the ground
Till, lost to all but ignominious fears,

Their march was, and the passive air uphore He shall not blush to leave a recreant's name,

Their nimble tread. As when the total kind And children, like himself, inured to shame.

Of birds, in orderly array on wing,

Came summoned over Eden to receive
But we will combat for our fathers' land,

Their names of thee; so over many a tract
And we will drain the life-blood where we stand of heaven they marched, and many a province
To save our children :- fight ye side by side,

wide, And serried close, ye men of youthful pride,

Tenfold the length of this terrene ; at last,

Far in the horizon to the north appeared
Disdaining fear, and deeming light the cost
Of life itself in glorious battle lost.

From skirt to skirt a fiery region, stretched

In battailous aspect, and nearer view
Leave not our sires to stem the unequal fight, of rigid spears, and helmets thronged, and shields

Bristled with upright beams innumerable
Whose limbs are nerved no more with buoyant Various, with boastful argument portrayed,

might; Nor, lagging backward, let the younger breast

The banded powers of Satan hasting on Permit the man of age (a sight unblessed)

With furious expedition ; for they weened To welter in the combat's foremost thrust,

That selfsame day, by fight, or by surprise,

To win the mount of God, and on his throne
His boary head disheveled in the dust,
Aud venerable bosom bleeding bare.

To set the envier of his state, the proud

Aspirer; but their thoughts proved fond and vain But youth's fair form, though fall'n, is ever At first, that angel should with angel war,

In the midway: though strange to us it seemed fair, And beautiful in death the boy appears,

And in fierce hosting meet, who wont to meet

So oft in festivals of joy and love
The hero boy, that dies in blooming years :

Unanimous, as sons of one great Sire,
In man's regret he lives, and woman's tears ;
More sacred than in life, and lovelier far

Hymning the Eternal Father. But the shout

Of battle now began, and rushing sound For having perished in the front of war.

Of onset eniled soon each milder thought. by THOMAS Campbell. | High in the midst, exalted as a god,

From the Greek of TYRTÆUS,

The apostate in his sun-bright chariot sat, Their armor helped their harm, crushed in and Idol of majesty divine, inclosed

bruised With flaming cherubim, and golden shields; Into their substance pent, which wrought them Then lighted from his gorgeous throne, for now pain 'Twixt host and host but narrow space was left, Implacable, and many a dolorous groan; A dreadful interval, and front to front

Long struggling underneath, ere they could wind Presented stood in terrible array

Out of such prison, though spirits of purest light,
of hideous length : before the cloudy van, Purest at first, now gross by sinning grown.
On the rough edge of battle ere it joined, The rest, in imitation, to like arms
Satan, with vast and haughty strides advanced, Betook them, and the neighboring hills uptore :
Came towering, armed in adamant and gold. So hills amid the air encountered hills,

Hurled to and fro with jaculation dire,

That underground they fought in dismal shade ;

Infernal noise ! war seemed a civil game
Michaël bid sound

To this uproar; horrid confusion heaped
The archangel trumpet ; through the vast of Upon confusion rose.

heaven It sounded, and the faithful armies rung

THE VICTOR Hosanna to the Highest :- nor stood at gaze The adverse legions, nor less hideous joined So spake the Son, and into terror changed The horrid shock. Now storming fury rose, His countenance too severe to be beheld, And clamor, such as heard in heaven till now And full of wrath bent on his enemies. Was never ; arms on armor clashing brayed At once the four spread out their starry wings Horrible discord, and the madding wheels With dreadful shade contiguous, and the orbs Of brazen chariots raged ; dire was the noise Of his fierce chariot rolled, as with the sound Of conflict; overhead the dismal hiss

Of torrent floods, or of a numerous host. Of fiery darts in flaming volleys flew,

He on his impious foes right onward drove, And flying vaulted either host with fire. Gloomy as night : under his burning wheels So under fiery cope together rushed

The steadfast empyréan shook throughout, Both battles main, with ruinous assault

All but the throne itself of God. Full soon And inextinguishable rage. All heaven Among them he arrived ; in his right hand Resounded ; and had earth been then, all earth Grasping ten thousand thunders, which he sent Had to her center shook.

Before him, such as in their souls infixed ... Deeds of eternal fame Plagues : they, astonished, all resistance lost, Were done, but infinite : for wide was spread All courage ; down their idol weapons dropt; That war, and various : sometimes on firm ground O'er shields, and helms, and helmed heads he A standing fight, then, soaring on main wing, rode Tormented all the air ; all air seemed then Of thrones and mighty seraphim prostráte, Conflicting fire. ....

That wished the mountains now might be again

Thrown on them, as a shelter from his ire. Forthwith (behold the excellence, the power Nor less on either side tempestuous fell Which God hath in his mighty angels placed !) His arrows, from the fourfold-visaged four Their arms away they threw, and to the hills Distinct with eyes, and from the living wheels (For earth hath this variety from heaven, Distinct alike with multitude of eyes ; Of pleasure situate in hill and dale),

One spirit in them ruled ; and every eye Light as the lightning glimpse they ran, they Glared lightning, and shot forth pernicious fire flew,

Among the accursed, that withered all their From their foundations loosening to and fro, strength, They plucked the seated hills, with all their load, And of their wonted vigor left them drained, Rocks, waters, woods, and by the shaggy tops Exhausted, spiritless, afflicted, fallen. Uplifting bore them in their hands : amaze, Yet half his strength he put not forth, but Be sure, and terror, seized the rebel host,

checked When coming towards them so dread they saw His thunder in mid volley ; for he meant The bottom of the mountains upward turned, Not to destroy, but root them out of heaven:

. . and on their heads The overthrown he raised, and as a herd Main promontories flung, which in the air Of goats or timorous flock together thronged, Came shadowing, and oppressed whole legions Drove them before him thunderstruck, pursued armed;

With terrors and with furies, to the bounds

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