Now they stagger, blind and bleeding; now they fall, and strive to rise; Hasten, sisters, haste and save them, lest they die before our eyes !" Look forth once more, Ximena! "Like a cloud before the wind Rolls the battle down the mountains, leaving blood and death behind; Ah! they plead in vain for mercy; in the dust the wounded strive; Hide your faces, holy angels! oh, thou Christ of God, forgive!" Sink, oh Night, among thy mountains! let the cool, gray shadows fall; Dying brothers, fighting demons-drop thy curtain over all! Through the thickening winter twilight, wide apart the battle rolled, In its sheath the sabre rested, and the cannon's lips grew cold. But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued, Through that long, dark night of sorrow, worn and faint, and lacking food; Over weak and suffering brothers with a tender care they hung, And the dying foeman bless'd them in a strange and Northern tongue. Not wholly lost, oh Father! is this evil world of ours; Upward, through its blood and ashes, spring afresh the Eden flowers; From its smoking hell of battle, Love and Pity send their prayer, And still thy white-winged angels hover dimly in our air! ENTRY OF THE AUSTRIANS INTO NAPLES. 411 LXXIII.-ENTRY OF THE AUSTRIANS INTO NAPLES. THOMAS MOORE. Ay-down to the dust with them, slaves as they are, On, on like a cloud, through their beautiful vales, From each slave-mart of Europe, and shadow their shore! Let their fate be a mock-word, let men of all lands, And deep, and more deep, as the iron is driv'n, To think- -as the Doom'd often think of that heav'n They had once within reach-that they might have been free. When the world stood in hope-when a spirit, that breathed When around you the shades of your mighty in fame, And their words, and their warnings, like tongues of bright flame Over Freedom's apostles, fell kindling on you! Oh shame! that in such a proud moment of life, One bolt at your tyrant invader, that strife Between freemen and tyrants had spread through the world. That then-oh! disgrace upon manhood-ev'n then Cow'r down into beasts, when you might have stood men, It is strange, it is dreadful ;-shout, Tyranny, shout LXXIV.-FORGIVE AND FORGET. M. F. TUPPER. WHEN streams of unkindness as bitter as gall, In the heat of injustice, unwept and unfair, None, none but an angel, or God, can declare But, if the bad spirit is chased from the heart, To forget? It is hard for a man with a mind, To blot out all perils and dangers behind, And but for the future to live: Then how shall it be? for at every turn And the ashes of injury smoulder and burn, Oh, hearken! my tongue shall the riddle unseal, ROBERT BURNS. Remember thy follies, thy sins, and thy crimes, Yet mercy hath seven by seventy times Been swift to forgive and forget! Brood not on insults or injuries old, For thou art injurious too,— Count not their sum till the total is told, And if all thy harms are forgotten, forgiven, Oh, who would not gladly take lessons of heaven, Yes, yes; let a man, when his enemy weeps, For thus on his head in kindness he heaps And hearts that are Christian more eagerly yearn, Over lips that, once bitter, to penitence turn, 413 LXXV.-ROBERT BURNS. J. MONTGOMERY. WHAT bird, in beauty, flight, or song, Who sang as sweet, and soar'd as strong, His plume, his note, his form, could BURNS The Blackbird, oracle of spring The Humming-bird, from bloom to bloom, The Raven, in the tempest's gloom; The Woodlark, in his mournful hours; The Swan, in majesty and grace, But roused,-no Falcon, in the chase, The Linnet in simplicity, In tenderness the Dove; But more than all beside was he Oh, had he never stoop'd to shame, Peace to the dead!-In Scotia's choir He sprang from his spontaneous fire, |