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Flow on, fair stream! and, as thy waters speed
To Ocean's bosom, nor return again, In this we may a timely lesson read,
And think how swiftly to that troublous main,
Time bears us on, through pleasure and through pain,
THE SPANISH ARMADA.
ATTEND all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise,
It was atout the lovely close of a warm summer day,
isle, At earliest twilight, on the waves lie heaving many a mile; At sunrise she escaped their van, by God's especial grace; And the tall Pinta, till the noon, had held her close in chase. Forthwith a guard at every gun was placed along the wall; The beacon blazed upon the roof of Edgcumb's lofty hall; Many a light fishing-bark put out to pry along the coast; And with loose rein and bloody spur rode inland many a post. With his white hair unbonneted the stout old sheriff comes; Behind him march the halberdiers, before him sound the
drums; His yeomen, round the market-cross, make clear an ample
space, For there behoves him to set up the standard of her Grace. And haughtily the trumpets peal, and gaily dance the bells, As slow upon the labouring wind the royal blazon swells. Look how the lion of the sea lifts up his ancient crown, And underneath his deadly paw turns the gay lilies down. So stalked he when he turned to fight, on that famed Picard
field, Bohemia’s plume, Genoa's bow, and Cæsar's eagle shield: So glared he when at Agincourt in wrath he turned to bay, And crushed and torn beneath his claws the princely hunter
Ho! strike the flag-staff deep, sir knight: ho! scatter flowers,
fair maids: Ho! gunners, fire a loud salute: ho! gallants, draw your
blades: Thou sun, shine on her joyously-ye breezes waft her wide; Our glorious SEMPER EADEM—the banner of our pride. The freshening breeze of eve unfurled that banner's massy
fold, The parting gleam of sunshine kissed that haughty scroll of
gold; Night sank upon the dusky beach, and on the purple sea,– Such night in England ne’er had been, nor e'er again shall be. From Eddystone to Berwick bounds, from Lynn to Milford
Bay, That time of slumber was as bright and busy as the day; For swift to east and swift to west the warning radiance spread; High on St. Michael's Mount it shone-it shone on Beachy
Head. Far on the deep the Spaniards saw, along each southern shire, Cape beyond cape, in endless range, those twinkling points of
fire; The fisher left his skiff to rock on Tamar's glittering waves, The rugged miners poured to war from Mendip's sunless caves. O’er Longleat's towers, o'er Cranbourn's oaks, the fiery herald
flew; He roused the shepherds of Stonehenge, the rangers of Beau
lieu. Right sharp and quick the bells all night rang out from Bristol
town, And ere the day three hundred horse had met on Clifton down; The sentinel on Whitehall Gate looked forth into the night, And saw o’erhanging Richmond Hill the streak of blood-red
light; Then bugle's note and cannon's roar the death-like silence broke, And with one start, and with one cry, the royal city woke: At once on all her stately gates arose the answering fires; At once the wild alarum clashed from all her reeling spires; From all the batteries of the Tower pealed loud the voice of
fear; And all the thousand masts of Thames sent back a louder
cheer: And from the farthest wards was heard the rush of hurrying
feet, And the broad streams of flags and pikes dashed down each
And broader still became the blaze, and louder still the din, As fast from every village round the horse came spurring in: And eastward straight, from wild Blackheath, the warlike
errand went, And roused in many an ancient hall the gallant 'squires of
Kent. Southward from Surrey's pleasant hills flew those bright
couriers forth; High on bleak Hampstead's swarthy moor they started for the
north; And on, and on, without a pause, untired they bounded still, All night from tower to tower they sprang—they sprang from
hill to hill, Till the proud Peak unfurled the flag o'er Darwin's rocky
dalesTill like volcanoes flared to heaven the stormy hills of WalesTill twelve fair counties saw the blaze on Malvern's lonely
heightTill streamed in crimson on the wind the Wrekin's crest of
lightTill broad and fierce the star came forth on Ely's stately fane, And tower and hamlet rose in arms o’er all the boundless plain, Till Belvoir's lordly terraces the sign to Lincoln sent, And Lincoln sped the message on o'er the wide vale of Trent; Till Skiddaw saw the fire that burned on Gaunt's embattled
pile, And the red glare on Skiddaw roused the burghers of Carlisle.
When from the sacred garden driven,
Man fled before his Maker's wrath,
And crossed the wanderer's sunless path.
Where her light foot flew o'er the ground;
“ The curse a blessing shall be found.”
She led him through the trackless wild,
Where noontide sunbeam never blazed :
And nature gladdened as she gazed.
Earth's thousand tribes of living things,
At Art's command to him are given, The village grows, the city springs,
And point their spires of faith to heaven. He rends the oak—and bids it ride,
To guard the shores its beauty graced; He smites the rock-upheaved in pride,
See towers of strength, and domes of taste. Earth's teeming caves their wealth reveal,
Fire bears his banner on the wave,
And the destroying knife to save.
Admiring Beauty's lap to fill;
Rocks disappear before his skill:
He bids the ore illume the page, And proudly scorning time's control,
Commerces with an unborn age. In fields of air he writes his name,
And treads the chambers of the sky; He reads the stars, and grasps the flame
That quivers in the realms on high. In war renowned, in peace sublime,
He moves in greatness and in grace; His power subduing space and time, Links realm to realm, and race to race.
WHAT IS HOME ?
That is not home, where day by day
There are who strangely love to roam,
THE VOYAGE OF LIFE.
I wish I could as merry be,
On some gay voyage sent.
Nor time be ever spent.
And gladsome wave her hand.
Until they reach the land.