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Mourner of Israel ! take thy stand
All Sharon's vale and Bashan's plain,
And autumn stretch'd his golden reign.
There from those cedars might be seen
And cities in the distant blue;
All bursting on the conscious view.
What hand hath laid that circuit bare,
Apostate earth's too natural dress?
Mock'd by its claims to fruitfulness?
The dread anathema of God
They lie in blank astonishment :
The blessings to his chosen sent.
Mourner of Israel! turn thine eye
Which offers comfort to the soul;
And healing grace that “maketh whole.”
Again shall Sharon's roses bloom,
More great and glorious to behold;
AN EPICEDIUM. I
He left his home with a bounding heart,
For the world was all before him; And felt it scarce a pain to part,
Such sun-bright beams came o'er him. He turn'd him to visions of future years,
The rainbow's hues were round him; And a father's bodings- a mother's tears Might not weigh with the hopes that crown'd
That mother's cheek is far paler now
Than when she last caress'd him;
Since the hour when last he bless'd him.
Like the flowers that will fade to-morrow; And the cankering fears of anxious love
Ever end in truth and sorrow.
He left his home with a swelling sail,
Of fame and fortune dreaming, -
Or the pennon above him streaming.
’Neath a sultry sun they ’ve laid him ; And stranger-forms bent o'er his grave,
When the last sad rites were paid him.
· Funeral hymn - verses in praise of the dead.
He should have died in his own lov'd land,
With friends and kinsmen near him:
With no thought, save heaven, to cheer him.
In the port where the wild winds swept him, Than if home's green turf his grave had bound,
Or the hearts he lov'd had wept him?
Then why repine? Can he feel the rays
That pestilent sun sheds o'er him?
Of the friends who now deplore him?
It hath 'scaped the storm's deep chiding;
A. A. WATTS.
THE LEGEND OF HORATIUS COCLES.
Out spoke the Consull roundly:
“ The bridge must straight go down; For, since Janiculum ? is lost,
Nought else can save the town.”
1 Valerius Publicola.
• One of the hills of Rome, from which it was separated by the Tiber. The fort of Janiculum was the first post attacked by Porsena, and having made himself master of the hill, he compelled the Romans to retire across the bridge into the city. This bridge, the first thrown across the Tiber, formed the passage from the Aventine Mount to the Janiculum. It was the work of Ancus Martius, and acquired the name of Sublicius from the wooden piles which supported it. After the achievement of Cocles, the planks were laid across, without being fixed with nails, that they might be removed, in case of sudden danger. When the Tiber is low, the remains of the foundation of the Pons Sublicius are still to be seen.
“ Hew down the bridge, Sir Consul,
With all the speed you may; I, with two more to help me,
Will hold the foe in play. In yon strait path a thousand
May well be stopp'd by three; Now who will stand on either hand,
And keep the bridge with me?"
Then out spake Spurius Lartius;
A Ramnian ' proud was he: “ Lo, I will stand at thy right hand,
And keep the bridge with thee.” And out spake strong Herminius;
Of Tatian blood was he: “ I will abide on thy left side,
And keep the bridge with thee."
| Romulus divided the people into three tribes, called Rhamnenses, from himself; Tatienses, from Tatius; and Lucerenses, from the lucus, or grove, where stood the asylum or place of refuge opened by Romulus for the reception of fugitives of every description, whom he afterwards admitted as citizens of Rome.
“ Horatius,” quoth the Consul,
“ As thou say’st, so let it be.” And straight against that great array
Forth went the dauntless Three.
Spar'd neither land nor gold,
In the brave days of old.
Then all were for the state ;
And the poor man lov’d the great:
Then spoils were fairly sold: The Romans were like brothers
In the brave days of old.
Now while the Three were tightening
Their harness on their backs,
To take in hand an axe;
crow, And smote upon the planks above,
And loos’d the props below.
Right glorious to behold,
Of a broad sea of gold.
A peal of warlike glee,
Where stood the dauntless Three.