A Scheveningen. THE VILLAGE OF SCHEVENINGEN. STARTLING sound by night was heard, From the Scheveningen coast; Like vultures in their clamorous flight, It broke the sleepers' heavy rest, The slumberers started up from sleep, Then burst a hundred voices forth: "The waves! - the waves! -- the waves! The strong-built dikes lay overthrown : And on their deadly way, Impatient for their prey! Like lions came the mighty seas, Mid ruins of their falling homes, Jesu! it was a fearful hour! Howling above the shrieks of death, - Fathers beheld the hastening doom Wildly they looked around for help, - Mothers stood trembling with their babes, No arm but the Almighty arm No mercy, no relapse, no hope, - Again the blessed morning light In the far heavens shone; Swept the dark floods alone! Charles Swain. Zutphen. SIR PHILIP SIDNEY. THE height of Sidney's deed upon this field Self-abnegating grace has here revealed What blessed immortality he quaffed, When, all his parching agonies denied, From his own lips he sent the untouched draught To him who likewise languished at his side! Arcadia's beauty still is fresh to-day, And knightly fame that charmed the Virgin Queen, Charlotte F. Bates. THE END. Cambridge: Electrotyped and Printed by Welch, Bigelow, & Co. |