The nymph look'd down, beheld her features
Reflected in the passing rill,

And started, shock'd-for, ah, ye creatures!
Ev'n when divine, you're women still.

Quick from the lips it made so odious,
That graceless flute the Goddess took,
And, while yet fill'd with breath melodious,
Flung it into the glassy brook;
Where, as its vocal life was fleeting

Adown the current, faint and shrill,

"T was heard in plaintive tone repeating,

AIL on, sail on, thou fearless bark-
Wherever blows the welcome wind,

It cannot lead to scenes more dark,

More sad than those we leave behind.
Each wave that passes seems to say,

66

Though death beneath our smile may be,

Less cold we are, less false than they,

Whose smiling wreck'd thy hopes and thee."

Sail on, sail on,-through endless space

Through calm-through tempest-stop no more:

The stormiest sea's a resting-place

To him who leaves such hearts on shore.

Or-if some desert land we meet,

Where never yet false-hearted men Profaned a world, that else were sweet,

Then rest thee, bark, but not till then.

H, the sight entrancing,

When morning's beam is glancing
O'er files array'd

With helm and blade,

And plumes, in the gay wind dancing!

When hearts are all high beating,

And the trumpet's voice repeating
That song, whose breath

May lead to death,

But never to retreating.

Oh, the sight entrancing,

When morning's beam is glancing
O'er files array'd

With helm and blade,

And plumes, in the gay wind dancing!

Yet, 'tis not helm or feather

For ask yon despot, whether

His plumed bands

Could bring such hands

And hearts as ours together.

Leave pomps to those who need 'em

Give man but heart and freedom,

And proud he braves

The gaudiest slaves

That crawl where monarchs lead 'em.

The sword may pierce the beaver,

Stone walls in time may sever,

"Tis mind alone,

Worth steel and stone,

That keeps men free for ever.

Oh that sight entrancing,

When the morning's beam is glancing,

O'er files array'd

With helm and blade,

And in Freedom's cause advancing!