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And they made a molten image,
And set it up on high,
To witness if I lie.
It stands in the Comitium, .
Plain for all folk to see, Horatius in his harness,
Halting upon one knee ;
In letters all of gold,
In the brave days of old.
And in the nights of winter,
When the cold north winds blow, And the long howling of the wolves
Is heard amidst the snow ; When round the lonely cottage
Roars loud the tempest's din, And the good logs of Algidus
Roar louder yet within ;
When the oldest cask is opened,
And the largest lamp is lit, When the chestnuts glow in the embers,
And kid turns on the spit;
When young and old in circle
Around the firebrands close ;
And the lads are shaping bows;
When the goodman mends his armour,
And trims his helmet's plume ;
Goes flashing through the loom ;
Still is the story told,
THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL.
VITAL spark of heavenly flame!
Hark! they whisper.--- Angels say,
The world recedes : it disappears-
With sounds seraphic ring!
THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS.
It was the schooner Hesperus,
That sailed the wintry sea ; And the skipper had taken his little daughter,
To bear him company.
Blue were her eyes, as the fairy-flax,
Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds,
That ope in the month of May.
The skipper he stood beside the helm,
With his pipe in his mouth,
The smoke now West now South.
Then up and spake an old sailor,
Had sailed the Spanish Main, “I pray thee, put into yonder port,
For I fear a hurricane.
“ Last night the moon had a golden ring,
And to-night no moon we see!”
And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Colder and louder blew the wind,
A gale from the North-east ; The snow fell hissing in the brine,
And the billows frothed like yeast.
Down came the storm and smote amain
The vessel in its strength; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed,
Then leaped her cable’s length.
“Come hither! come hither ! my little daughter,
And do not tremble so ;
That ever wind did blow.”
He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat,
Against the stinging blast ;
And bound her to the mast.
“ O father! I hear the church-bells ring,
O say, what may it be ? " “ 'Tis a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast ! ”
And he steered for the open sea.
“O father! I hear the sound of guns,
O say, what may it be?”. “Some ship in distress, that cannot live,
In such an angry sea!”
“O father! I see a gleaming light,
O say, what may it be?”
A frozen corpse was he.
Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark,
With his face to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow
On his fixed and glassy eyes.
Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed
That saved she may be ; And she thought of Christ who stilled the waves
On the Lake of Galilee.
And fast through the midnight dark and drear,
Through the whistling sleet and snow, Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept
Towards the reef of Norman's Woe.
And ever the fitful gusts between
A sound came from the land;
On the rocks and the hard sea-sand.