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"Take thy banner! May it wave
Breaks the sabbath of our vale,
To the hearts of these lone hills,
Take thy banner! and, beneath
His right hand will shield thee then.
"Take thy banner! But, when night
Closes round the ghastly fight,
If the vanquished warrior bow,
Spare him!-By our holy vow,
By our prayers and many tears,
Spare him!-he our love hath shared!
- Take thy banner!—and if e'er
Thou shouldst press the soldier's bier,
The warrior took that banner proud,
And it was his martial cloak and shroud!
SUNRISE ON THE HILLS.
I STOOD upon the hills, when heavens wide
Was glorious with the sun's returning march, And woods were brightened, and soft gales Went forth to kiss the sun-clad vales.
The clouds were far beneath me;-bathed in
They gathered mid-way round the wooded
And, in their fading-glory, shone
Like hosts in battle overthrown,
As many a pinnacle, with shifting glance, Through the gray mist thrust up its shattered
And rocking on the cliff was left
The dark pine blasted, bare, and cleft.
The veil of cloud was lifted, and below
Glowed the rich valley, and the river's flow
I heard the distant waters dash,
I saw the current whirl and flash,
And richly, by the blue lake's silver beach, The woods were bending with a 'silent reach. Then o'er the vale, with gentle swell,
The music of the village bell.
Came sweetly to the echo-giving hills;
And the wild horn, whose voice the woodland
Was ringing to the merry shout,
That faint and far the glen sent out,