In men, in princes, put no trust; Thrice happy he whose heart can say The Lord avenges the opprest, He sends the wandering stranger rest; The Lord restores the blind to sight, Gives strength to them that have no might; The Lord supplies the poor with food, The Lord shall reign for evermore, To God, thy God, the song of praise! PSALM CXLVIII. HERALDS of creation! cry, -Praise the Lord, the Lord most high! Heaven and earth! obey the call, Praise the Lord, the Lord of all. For He spake, and forth from night Praise Him, all ye hosts above! Sun and moon! your voices raise, Earth! from all thy depths below, Lightning, vapour, wind, and storm, Birds! on wings of rapture, soar, Warble at his temple-door; Joyful sounds, from herds and flocks, Kings! your Sovereign serve with awe; Let his truth by babes be told, High above all height his throne, NARRATIVES. FAREWELL TO WAR: BEING A PROLOGUE TO LORD FALKLAND'S DREAM," AND 66 ARNOLD DE WINKELRIED, OR THE PATRIOT'S PASS WORD." breath PEACE to the trumpet !-no more shall -The blood of the valiant, that fell in all climes, God's works and God's mercies,-man's labours and man. Yet war have I loved, and of war have I sung, With my heart in my hand and my soul on my tongue; With all the affections that render life dear, With the throbbings of hope and the flutterings of fear, -Of hope, that the sword of the brave might prevail, -Of fear, lest the arm of the righteous should fail. But what was the war that extorted my praise? What battles were fought in my chivalrous lays? -The war against darkness contending with light; The war against violence trampling down right; -The battles of patriots, with banner unfurl'd, To guard a child's cradle against an arm'd world; Of peasants that peopled their ancestors' graves, Lest their ancestors' homes should be peopled by slaves. I served, too, in wars and campaigns of the mind; My pen was the sword, which I drew for mankind; -In war against tyranny throned in the West, -Campaigns to enfranchise the negro oppress'd; In war against war, on whatever pretence, For glory, dominion, revenge or defence, While murder and perfidy, rapine and lust, Laid provinces desolate, cities in dust. Yes, war against war was ever my pride; age, with its weakness, its wounds, and its scars, "Tis judgment brought down on themselves by the proud, Like lightning, by fools, from an innocent cloud. I war against all war ;-nor, till my pulse cease, Will I throw down my weapons, because I love peace, Because I love liberty, execrate strife, And dread, most of all deaths, that slow death call'd life, The breath of whose nostrils, the blood in whose veins, Around the mute trumpet,—no longer to breathe "Lord God! since the African's bondage is o'er, 1831. LORD FALKLAND'S DREAM. A. D. 1643. "Io vo gridando, Pace! pace! pace!" PETRARCA, Canzone agli principi d'Italia, "In this unhappy battle (of Newbury) was slain the Lord Viscount Falkland, a person of such prodigious parts of learning and knowledge, of that inimitable sweetness and delight of conversation, of so flowing and obliging a humanity and goodness to mankind, and of that primitive simplicity and integrity of life, that if there were no other brand upon this odious and accursed war, than that single loss, it must be most infamous and execrable to all posterity. 'Turpe mori, post te, solo non posse dolore.'" * * * * * * "From the entrance into that unnatural war, his natural cheerfulness and vivacity grew clouded; and a kind of sadness and dejection stole upon him, which he had never been used to. After the King's return to Oxford, and the furious resolution of the two Houses not to admit any treaty for peace, those indispositions which had before touched him grew into a perfect habit of uncheerfulness; and he who had been so exactly easy and affable to all men, that his face and countenance was always present, and vacant to his company, and held any cloudness or less pleasantness of the visage a kind of rudeness or incivility, became on a sudden less communicable, and thence very sad, pale, and exceedingly affected with the spleen. In his clothes and habit, which he minded before with more neatness, and industry, and expense, than is usual to so great a soul, he was not only incurious, but too negligent; and in his reception of suitors, and the necessary and casual addresses to his place, (being then Secretary of State to King Charles,) so quick, and sharp, and severe, that there wanted not some men (strangers to his nature and disposition) who believed him proud and imperious, from which no mortal man was ever more free." "When there was any overture or hope of peace he would be more erect and vigorous, and exceedingly solicitous to press any thing which he thought might *“I go exclaiming, Peace! peace! peace!"-From PETRARCH's Canzone to the Princes of Italy, entitled "An Exhortation to Peace." |