2

Rich prairies, decked with flowers of gold
Like sunlit oceans roll afar;

Broad lakes her azure heavens behold,
Reflecting clear each trembling star;
And mighty rivers, mountain born,

Go sweeping onward, dark and deep,
Through forests where the bounding fawn
Beneath their sheltering branches leap.

3

Great God! we thank thee for this home,
This bounteous birth-land of the free;
Where wanderers from afar may come,
And breathe the air of liberty!
Still may her flowers untrampled spring,
Her harvests wave, her cities rise;
And yet, till Time shall fold his wing,
Remain earth's loveliest paradise!

HOHENLINDEN

THOMAS CAMPBELL

Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) was a Scotch poet. He was born at Glasgow. At the time this battle was fought he was on a visit to Germany for the purpose of studying the literature of that country. He was then only twenty-three years old.

1

On Linden, when the sun was low,
All bloodless lay th' untrodden snow;
And dark as winter was the flow
Of Iser, rolling rapidly:

2

But Linden saw another sight,
When the drum beat at dead of night,
Commanding fires of death to light
The darkness of her scenery.

3

By torch and trumpet fast arrayed,
Each horseman drew his battle blade,
And furious every charger neighed
To join the dreadful revelry.

4

Then shook the hills with thunder riven;
Then rushed the steed to battle driven;

And, louder than the bolts of heaven

Far flashed the red artillery.

5

But redder yet that light shall glow
On Linden's hill of stained snow
And darker yet shall be the flow

Of Iser, rolling rapidly.

Historical: December 3, 1800, a battle between the Austrians and the French occurred at Hohenlinden, a village in Upper Bavaria. The French were victorious. The Franks were a powerful German tribe who mastered the Romans in Gaul and gave their name to France. The Huns were a warlike race living between the Ural and the Volga; in the fifth century they overran Europe and laid waste much territory. The poet uses the word "Hun" in referring to the Austrians. In this poem the author tries to make the reader see the battle as it really occurred.

Notes and Questions

What time of day is described in

the first stanza?

What is meant by the "dead of night''?

What did the beating of the

drums mean to the soldiers? What did the beating of the drums tell the people?

For what were the torches used?
Read the lines which tell you

that the horses were eager for
the battle.

Read the following description of a warhorse from a much older

poem; "He saith among the trumpets, Ha, ha! and he smell

Edward Everett (1794-1865) was a noted American orator and statesman. He lived in Boston and was a graduate of Harvard College. He began life as a clergyman, but was soon made a professor in Harvard College. He filled many important places, among which are the following: Member of Congress, Governor of Massachusetts, Minister to England, President of Harvard College, and United States Senator. He was an industrious worker, and whatever he undertook was well done.

Methinks I see one solitary, adventurous vessel, the "Mayflower," of a forlorn hope, freighted with the prospects of a future State, and bound across the unknown sea. I behold it pursuing, with a thousand misgivings, the uncertain, the tedious 5 voyage. Suns rise and set, and weeks and months pass, and winter surprises them on the deep, but brings them not the sight of the wished-for shore. I see them now, scantily supplied

with provisions, crowded almost to suffocation, in their illstored prison, delayed by calms, pursuing a circuitous route,— and now, driven in fury before the raging tempest, on the high and giddy waves. The awful voice of the storm brawls through 5 the rigging.

The laboring masts seem straining from their base; the dismal sound of the pumps is heard; the ship leaps, as it were, madly, from billow to billow; the ocean breaks, and settles with engulfing floods over the floating deck, and beats with deadening, 10 shivering weight, against the staggering vessel.

I see them escape from these perils, pursuing their all but desperate undertaking, and landed at last, after a five months' passage, on the ice-clad rocks of Plymouth,-weak and weary from the voyage, poorly armed, scantily provisioned, without 15 shelter, without means, surrounded by hostile tribes.

Shut now the volume of history, and tell me, on any principle of human probability, what shall be the fate of this handful of adventurers? Tell me, man of military science, in how many months were they all swept off by the thirty savage tribes, 20 enumerated within the early limits of New England?

Tell me, politician, how long did a shadow of a colony on which your conventions and treaties had not smiled, languish on the distant coast? Student of history, compare for me the baffled projects, the deserted settlements, the abandoned adven25 tures of other times, and find the parallel of this.

Was it the winter's storm, beating upon the houseless heads of women and children; was it hard labor and spare meals; was it disease; was it the tomahawk; was it the deep malady of a blighted hope, a ruined enterprise, and a broken heart, aching 30 in its last moments at the recollection of the loved and left, beyond the sea; was it some, or all of these united, that hurried this forsaken company to their melancholy fate?

And is it possible, that neither of these causes, that not all combined, were able to blast this bud of hope? Is it possible, chat from a beginning so feeble, so frail, so worthy not so much