III. THE OPENING OF THE TOMB OF CHARLEMAGNE. AMID the cloistered gloom of Aachen's aisle Was graven "Carlo-Magno." Regal style Was needed none; that name such thoughts restored As sadden, yet make nobler, men the while. They rolled the marble back. With sudden gasp, A moment o'er the vault the Kaiser bent, Where still a mortal monarch seemed to reign. Crowned on his throne, a sceptre in his grasp, Perfect in each gigantic lineament, Otho looked face to face on Charlemagne. IV. DIOCLETIAN AT SALONA. TAKE back these vain insignia of command, Though laurel-wreathed, War's desolating brand. False widow of departed Liberty! I scorn thy base caresses. Welcome the roll, Between us, of mine own bright Adrian sea! Welcome these wilds, from whose bold heights my soul Looks down on your degenerate Capitol! V. QUEEN ELIZABETH. THE lioness that stalks the forest bound From low desires and the base world's resort O'er foam-flecked waves and sapphire depths profound Showed not a pageant to the eye of morn More bright. Her thoughts were in the purple born; And all obeyed; all earthly powers with scorn As though she were the sister of a god! DAVID LESTER RICHARDSON. I. TO MY TWIN BOYS. YE seem not, sweet ones, formed for human care; meet A charm in every scene; for all things greet Stars of my home! No saddening shadows hide Like glittering streams that softly murmur by, 'Literary Leaves; or, Prose and Verse, by D. L. Richardson. Calcutta, 1836." II. FINE WEATHER AT SEA. THE plain of ocean 'neath the crystal air Rest on the main's blue marge. As shadows glide Methinks they glitter in the proud sun's wake, And breathe a glorious beauty on the day. |