"OH, MANY A VOICE IS THINE, THOU WIND! FULL MANY A VOICE IS THINE!"-MRS. HEMANS.

66 FOR IN THY HEART THERE IS A HOLY SPOT,

212 HENRY I. AFTER THE DEATH OF HIS SON.

HENRY I. AFTER THE DEATH OF HIS SON.*

JHE bark that held a prince went down,

The sweeping waves rolled on;

And what was England's glorious crown
To him that wept a son?

He lived, for life may long be borne

Ere sorrow break its chain?

Why comes not death to those who mourn?—

He never smiled again!

There stood proud forms around his throne,

The stately and the brave,

But which could fill the place of one,

That one beneath the wave?

Before him passed the young and fair,
In pleasure's reckless train,

But seas dashed o'er his son's bright hair-
He never smiled again!

He sat where festal bowls went round,
He heard the minstrels sing;

He saw the tourney's victor crowned
Amidst the knightly ring:

A murmur of the restless deep
Was blent with every strain;

A voice of winds that would not sleep-
He never smiled again!

Hearts in that time closed o'er the trace

Of vows once fondly poured,

* It is recorded of Henry I., that after the death of his son Prince William, who perished in a shipwreck off the coast of Normandy, he was never seen to smile.

AS MID THE WASTE AN ISLE OF FOUNT AND PALM."-HEMANS.

"OH, FOR THY WINGS, THOU DOVE, NOW SAILING BY WITH SUNSHINE ON THY BREAST!"-MRS. HEMANS.

"THERE'S BEAUTY ALL AROUND OUR PATHS, IF BUT OUR WATCHFUL EYES-(MRS. HEMANS)

66 COME TO ME WITH YOUR TRIUMPHS AND YOUR WOES,

LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS.

And strangers took the kinsman's place
At many a joyous board;

Graves which true love had bathed with tears

Were left to heaven's bright rain,
Fresh hopes were born for other years—
He never smiled again!

[MRS. HEMANS.]

213

THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS
IN NEW ENGLAND.*

* New England was first settled by the Puritans whom persecution drove from England, in 1620. The vessel which carried them was the famous Mayflower.

YE FORMS, TO LIFE BY GLORIOUS POETS brought."- -HEMANS.

CAN TRACE IT MIDST FAMILIAR THINGS, AND THROUGH THEIR LOWLY GUISE."-MRS. HEMANS.

"WE STRIVE, WITH BRIEF ASPIRINGS, AGAINST OUR BONDS IN VAIN;"-(MRS. HEMANS)

214

YET SHALL OUR HOPE RISE, FANNED BY QUENCHLESS FAITH,

LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS. N

Amidst the storm they sang,

And the stars heard and the sea!

And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang
To the anthem of the free.

The ocean-eagle soared

From his nest by the white wave's foam,
And the rocking pines of the forest roared-
This was their welcome home!

There were men with hoary hair,
Amidst that pilgrim band ;-
Why had they come to wither there
Away from their childhood's land?

There was woman's fearless eye,

Lit by her deep love's truth;

AS A FLAME FOSTERED BY SOME WARM WIND'S BREATH."-HEMANS.

"YET, SUMMONED TO BE FREE AT LAST, WE SHRINK-AND CLASP OUR CHAIN."-MRS. HEMANS.

FREED SOUL OF SONG! YES, THOU HAST FOUND THE SOUGHT

CŒUR DE LION AT THE BIER OF HIS FATHER. 215

There was manhood's brow serenely high,

And the fiery heart of youth.

What sought they thus afar?

Bright jewels of the mine!

The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?—
They sought a faith's pure shrine !

Ay, call it holy ground,

The soil where first they trode !

They have left unstained what there they found-
Freedom to worship God.

[MRS. HEMANS.]

"WE PANT, WE THIRST FOR FOUNTAINS THAT GUSH NOT HERE BELOW."-MRS. HEMANS.

"THEY OF THe daring thoUGHT, DARING AND POWERFUL, YET TO DUST ALLIED."-MRS. HEMANS.

CŒUR DE LION AT THE BIER OF HIS FATHER.*

On the settled face of death

A strong and ruddy glare;

Though dimmed at times by the censer's breath,
Yet it still fell brightest there :

* "On the day after King Henry's death, when he was being carried out
for burial in the Church of the Nuns at Fontevraud, Earl Richard, his son
and heir, came to meet him, and, smitten with remorse, wept bitterly."-
Roger de Hoveden.

BORNE TO THY HOME OF BEAUTY AND OF THOUGHT!"-HEMANS.

"LEAVES HAVE THEIR TIME TO FALL, AND FLOWERS TO WITHER AT THE NORTH-WIND'S BREATH,

THE BEAUTY OF OUR FREE AND VERNAL DAYS."-MRS. HEMANS.

216 CŒUR DE LION AT THE BIER OF HIS FATHER.

As if each deeply furrowed trace

Of earthly years to show,—
Alas! that sceptred mortal's race

Had surely closed in woe!

The marble floor was swept

By many a long dark stole,

As the kneeling priests round him that slept

Sang mass for the parted soul;
And solemn were the strains they poured

Through the stillness of the night,

With the cross above, and the crown and sword,

And the silent king in sight.

There was heard a heavy clang

As of steel-girt men the tread,

And the tombs and the hollow pavement rang

With a sounding thrill of dread;
And the holy chant was hushed awhile,
As, by the torch's flame,

A gleam of arms, up the sweeping aisle,
With a mail-clad leader came.

He came with haughty look,

An eagle glance and clear,

But his proud heart through his breastplate shook,
When he stood beside the bier!

He stood there still with drooping brow,
And clasped hands o'er it raised ;—
For his father lay before him low ;-

It was Cœur de Lion gazed!

And silently he strove

With the workings in his breast;

OUR COMMUNINGS WITH SEA, AND HILL, AND SKY.' -MRS. HEMANS.

AND STARS TO SET; BUT ALL, THOU HAST ALL SEASONS FOR THINE OWN, O DEATH!"-HEMANS.