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SEEING .

And now, just God, I humbly pray
That thou wilt take the slime away,
That keeps my sov'raign's eyes from seeing
The things that will be our undoing.

HEARING .

Then let him hear, good God, the sounds
As well of men as of his hounds.

TASTE .

Give him a taste, and truly too,
Of what his subjects undergo.

FEELING AND SMELLING .

Give him a feeling of their woes,
And then no doubt his royal nose

SEEING .

From such a face, whose excellence
May captivate my sovereign's sense,
And make him, Phaebus like, his throne
Resign to some young Phaeton,
Whose skilless and unstaved hand
May prove the ruin of the land,
Unless great Jove, down from the sky
Beholding earth's calamity,
Strike with his hand that cannot err,
The proud usurping charioter,
And cure, tho' Phaebus grieve, our wo:
From such a face as can work so,
Wheresoever thou hast a being,
Bless my sov'reign and his seeing.

Swadl'd is the baby, and almost two years,
His swadling time, did neither cry nor stir,
But star'd, smil'd, did lye still, void of all fears,
And sleep'd, tho' barked at by every cur,
Yea, had not wak'd, if Lesly, that hoarse nurse,
Had not him hardly rock't, old wives him curse.

Bold Scots, at Barnnockburn ye kill'd your king,
Then did in parliament approve the fact;
And would ye Charles to such a non-plus bring
To authorize rebellion by an act?
Well, what ye crave, who knows but granted may be?
But if he do't, cause swadle him for a baby.

Then what rage possess'd the savage tatars;
From his eyes the Khan roll'd clouds of darkness —
In three legions he his troops divided —
In three legions, lo! they storm'd the mountain;
Twenty christians fell beneath the tatar —
All the twenty fell their posts maintaining,
And beneath the walls their bodies weltered.
Then the tatars storm'd the walls — loud shouting,
As if thunder-storms were shaking heaven:
So they rush'd upon the christians' ramparts,
From the walls they hurl'd their brave defenders,

I will tell a tale of fame and glory,
Tale of mighty strife and fiercest battle:
Listen now — collect your scatter'd senses;
Listen now — and hear the wond'rous story.
In the land where Olmütz rises proudly,
Towers a mountain — not a high nor bold one —
But the unaspiring hill, Hostaynow,
With its wond'rous image of God's mother.
Long our land a quiet peace enjoying,
Prosper'd in the calm of wealth and comfort,
But a storm was gathering in the orient,
All about the Tatar monarch's daughter;

BY FREDERICK W. THOMAS .

Here once Boone trod — the hardy Pioneer —
The only whiteman in the wilderness:
Oh! how he loved, alone, to hunt the deer,
Alone at eve, his simple meal to dress;
No mark upon the tree, nor print, nor track,
To lead him forward, or to guide him back:
He roved the forest, king by main and might,

IX.

But this glad generous glory did not fall
On ivied abbey or palatial stair,
On statued gallery or superb parterre,
On turreted castle or manorial hall;
It fell on simple cottages, rude and spare;
It fell on laboring lives low-bowed with care;
It fell where drave the rigorous plough and where
The unrusted hay-fork glittered by the granary-wall.
A few brave spirits that long have passed away,
A few brave spirits, on that far April day,

V.

America, thou art not to blame
If slow humanity crawls and will not run
Toward lands more golden, that the wealthful sun
Of freedom richlier warms and shines upon!
America, in thy name
The best that men can do this hour is done!
Of progress in its onward flight
Thine are the sinewy fearless eagle-wings;
Thou art the foremost in the world's wide fight
For royaller royalties than fleshly kings.
On Europe, numbed with tyranny's cold spell,

I.

Republic, made at length
Splendid for stately strength,
O thou at once our glory and hope and pride.
Hear us, for at thy knee
Gathering, we thrill to be
Children of those that in thy lordly cause once died!
Thou wert an ungrown power, in that far time
Of eager patriots, dying for the right:
But now, with mien imperial and sublime,
No more a youngling weak and slight,
Thou standest, viewed by many a neighbor clime,
Clothed with a terrible majesty like light,