I had a brother once, a gracious boy, ye Of beauty ruled the world! and from her throne Yet we are Romans. Why, in that elder day to be a Roman Was greater than a king. And once again, once again I swear The Eternal City shall be free! Her sons shall walk with princes. YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND THOMAS CAMPBELL THOMAS CAMPBELL was born in Glasgow in 1777. Among his poems most read are "The Pleasures of Hope," "Lochiel's Warning," "Hohenlinden," "Ye Mariners of England," and "Glenara." His whole life was devoted to literary work. He died in 1844. YE Mariners of England! Who guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow, While the battle rages loud and long, For the deck it was their field of fame, Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow, Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, When the stormy winds do blow, And the stormy winds do blow. The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn; Till danger's troubled night depart, Then, then, ye ocean warriors! Our song and feast shall flow When the storm has ceased to blow, A THE LAST MAN THOMAS CAMPBELL LL worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, Before this mortal shall assume Its immortality! I saw a vision in my sleep, That gave my spirit strength to sweep Adown the gulf of Time! I saw the last of human mold, That shall Creation's death behold, As Adam saw her prime! The Sun's eye had a sickly glare; Some had expired in fight—the brands In plague and famine some. Earth's cities had no sound or tread, Yet, prophet-like, that lone one stood, That shook the seer leaves from the wood, Saying: "We are twins in death, proud Sun; "Tis Mercy bids thee go; For thou, ten thousand thousand years, Hast seen the tide of human tears, That shall no longer flow. "This spirit shall return to Him Who captive led captivity, And took the sting from Death! ΟΝ All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, By torch and trumpet fast array'd, Then shook the hills with thunder riven, |