"LIKE CRUSOE, WALKING BY THE LONELY STRAND" LIKE Crusoe, walking by the lonely strand Soon shall wild creatures of the field and wood Thomas Bailey Aldrich. SONG OF MARION'S MEN1 OUR band is few, but true and tried, As seamen know the sea. We know its walls of thorny vines, Its safe and silent islands Within the dark morass. Woe to the English soldiery, 1 Note 4. 48 SONG OF MARION'S MEN On them shall light at midnight And they who fly in terror deem A mighty host behind, And hear the tramp of thousands Upon the hollow wind. Then sweet the hour that brings release From danger and from toil; We talk the battle over, We share the battle's spoil. The woodland rings with laugh and shout, As if a hunt were up, And woodland flowers are gathered To crown the soldier's cup. That in the pine-top grieves, On beds of oaken leaves. Well knows the fair and friendly moon The band that Marion leads, The glitter of their rifles, The scampering of their steeds. That lifts his tossing mane, Grave men there are by broad Santee, William Cullen Bryant THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH UNDER a spreading chestnut tree With large and sinewy hands; His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, |