Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, 45 50 I learnt at last submission to my lot, 55 That thou mightst know me safe and warmly laid. Thy morning bounties ere I left my home, 60 The biscuit, or confectionary plum; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestow'd By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glow'd : All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, 65 Ne'er roughen'd by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often makes; All this still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest age, Adds joy to duty, makes me glad to pay 70 Such honours to thee as my numbers may; Perhaps a frail memorial, but sincere, Not scorn'd in heaven, though little noticed here. Could Time, his flight reversed, restore the hours, When, playing with thy vesture's tissued flowers, 75 The violet, the pink, and jessamine, I prick'd them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast happier than myself the while, 80 I would not trust my heart;—the dear delight 85 Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weather'd, and the ocean cross'd) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, 90 Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay; 95 100 So thou, with sails how swift! hast reach'd the shore, And, while the wings of fancy still are free, And I can view this mimic show of thee, ΠΙΟ COWPER. 120 63 THE SPANISH ARMADA. ATTEND, all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise : I tell of the thrice famous deeds she wrought in ancient days, When that great fleet invincible against her bore in vain The richest spoils of Mexico, the stoutest hearts in Spain. It was about the lovely close of a warm summer day, 5 There came a gallant merchant-ship full sail to Plymouth bay ; The crew had seen Castile's' black fleet, beyond Aurigny's isle, 2 At earliest twilight, on the waves lie heaving many a mile. At sunrise she escaped their van, by God's especial grace; And the tall Pinta, till the noon, had held her close in chase. ΙΟ Forthwith a guard at every gun was placed along the wall; The beacon blazed upon the roof of Edgecombe's3 lofty hall; Many a light fishing-bark put out to pry along the coast, And with loose rein and bloody spur rode inland many a post. With his white hair unbonneted, the stout old 15 sheriff comes; Behind him march the halberdiers; before him sound the drums; 1 Castile-a part of Spain, here used for Spain. 2 Aurigny's isle-Alderney. 3 Edgecombe's hall-the mansion of the family of Edgecombe, near Plymouth, His yeomen round the market cross make clear an ample space; For there behoves him to set up the standard of Her Grace. And haughtily the trumpets peal, and gaily dance the bells, As slow upon the labouring wind the royal blazon swells. 20 Look how the lion of the sea lifts up his ancient crown, And underneath his deadly paw treads the gay lilies down. So stalk'd he when he turn'd to flight, on that famed Picard field,1 Bohemia's2 plume, and Genoa's3 bow, and Cæsar's1 eagle shield. So glared he when at Agincourt in wrath he turn'd to bay, 25 And crush'd and torn beneath his claws the princely hunters lay. Ho! strike the flagstaff deep, Sir Knight: Ho! scatter flowers, fair maids : Ho! gunners, fire a loud salute: Ho! gallants, draw your blades : Thou sun, shine on her joyously; ye breezes, waft her wide; Our glorious semper eadem," the banner of our pride. 30 The fresh'ning breeze of eve unfurl'd that banner's massy fold The parting gleam of sunshine kiss'd that haughty scroll of gold; 1 Picard field-this refers to the battle-field of Cressy, in Picardy. 2 Bohemia's plume-plume of the King of Bohemia. 3 Genoa's bow-Genoese bowmen in the French army. 4 Cæsar-Emperor elect of Germany, son of the King of Bohemia. 5 Semper eadem—always the same; the Queen's motto. Night sank upon the dusky beach, and on the purple sea Such night in England ne'er had been, nor e'er again shall be. From Eddystone to Berwick bounds, from Lynn to Milford bay, 35 That time of slumber was as bright as busy as the day; For swift to east and swift to west the ghastly warflame spread High on St. Michael's Mount1 it shone: it shone on Beachy Head. Far on the deep the Spaniard saw, along each southern shire, Cape beyond cape, in endless range, those twinkling points of fire. 40 The fisher left his skiff to rock on Tamar's2 glittering waves; The rugged miners pour'd to war from Mendip's 3 sunless caves; O'er Longleat's* towers, o'er Cranbourne's" oaks, the fiery herald flew ; He roused the shepherds of Stonehenge, the rangers of Beaulieu." Right sharp and quick the bells all night rang out from Bristol town, 45 And ere the day three hundred horse had met on Clifton down ;7 The sentinel on Whitehall gate look'd forth into the night, And saw o'erhanging Richmond Hill that streak of blood-red light. 1 St. Michael's Mount—a rock in Mount's Bay, Cornwall. 2 Tamar-a river flowing between Devonshire and Cornwall. 3 Mendip the Mendip Hills in Somersetshire. 4 Longleat-in Wiltshire, now the seat of the Marquis of Bath. 5 Cranbourne Chace or Forest in Dorsetshire. 6 Beaulieu-Beaulieu, in the New Forest, Hampshire. 7 A down near Bristol. 8 Whitehall gate-the gate of Whitehall Palace, London. E |