"My mother has got other sons, With stouter hearts than mine, But none more ready blood for France Yet still life's sweet," the brave lad moaned, I saw Salenche, of the granite heart, It was by far more pitiful Than mere loud sobs and cries. One bit his cartridge till his lip Grew black as winter sky, But still the boy moaned, "Forty-third, O never saw I sight like that, With a wet and bloody rag, Then looked at locks and fixed their steel, But never made reply, Until he sobbed out once again, "Teach me the way to die!" Then, with a shout that flew to God, I saw their red plumes join and wave, The last who went-a wounded man- And said, "We men of the Forty-third Teach you the way to die!" I never saw so sad a look As the poor youngster cast, As he faintly moaned, "The Forty-third Then, with a musket for a crutch, He limped unto the fight; I, with a bullet in my hip, Had neither strength nor might. But, proudly beating on his drum, I heard him moan "The Forty-third They found him on the morrow, 'Tis forty years from then till now— And from my sleep I sometimes wake, Hearing a feeble cry, And a voice that says, "Now, Forty-third, Teach me the way to die!" THE CATHEDRAL BUILDER. Now is my building founded, Complete to the crowning stone, That sharp, keen top of the lance-like spire, Where the noisy daw in his turn may build, For scarce the loudest note of the choir Will reach that blue serene; Yet his home will shake at the roar of the bell, The soaring chants between ; O there he'll chatter, and feed, and sit, Not caring for abbot or queen. I've dug the crypt for darkness; Here the sun-flooded nave, With its chapel for my grave. and praise, They tell me I've jostled Christ aside If I wished for praise-I love not praise Yet 'tis a stately building, A missal leaf that's all So says my sneering rival, Who twits me from Saint Paul. Last night I saw the angels, I've cut no boastful legend— The nun's walk underneath No shields to blaze with quenchless fire In windows. Why then, s'deathWhy should they grudge me grave room, The altar-floor beneath. |