As lightnings from the mountain-cloud;
And heard, with voice as trumpet loud,

Bozzaris cheer his band:

"Strike, till the last arm'd foe expires;
Strike, for your altars and your fires;
Strike, for the green graves of your sires;
God and your native land!"

They fought, like brave men, long and well;
They piled that ground with Moslem slain;
They conquer'd-but Bozzaris fell,
Bleeding at every vein.

His few surviving comrades saw

His smile when rang their proud hurrah,
And the red field was won;

Then saw in death his eyelids close
Calmly, as to a night's repose,
Like flowers at set of sun.

Bozzaris! with the storied brave

Greece nurtured in her glory's time,
Rest thee there is no prouder grave,
Even in her proud clime.

For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's,
One of the few, the immortal names

That were not born to die.

FITZ-GREENE HALLECK.

By permission, Halleck, POETICAL WORKS, D. Appleton & Co.

THE GREEKS AT THERMOPYLE

They fell devoted, but undying;

The very gale their names seemed sighing;
The waters murmured of their name;
The woods were peopled with their fame;
The silent pillar, lone and gray,
Claimed kindred with their sacred clay:
Their spirits wrapped the dusky mountain,
Their memory sparkled o'er the fountain:
The meanest rill, the mightiest river,
Rolled mingling with their fame forever.
Despite of every yoke she bears,
The land is glory's still and theirs.
"Tis still a watchword to the earth:
When man would do a deed of worth,
He points to Greece, and turns to tread,
So sanctioned, on the tyrant's head;
He looks to her, and rushes on
Where life is lost, or freedom won.

HORATIUS AT THE BRIDGE

Lars Porsena of Clusium,

By the nine gods he swore

That the great house of Tarquin
Should suffer wrong no more.

By the nine gods he swore it,
And named a trysting-day,

And bade his messengers ride forth,

East and west and south and north,
To summon his array.

BYRON.

They held a council, standing
Before the river-gate;

Short time was there, ye well may guess,

For musing or debate. Outspake the consul roundly:

"The bridge must straight go down; For, since Janiculum is lost,

Naught else can save the town."

Then outspake brave Horatius,
The captain of the gate:
66 To every man upon this earth
Death cometh soon or late.
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his gods?"

"Hew down the bridge, sir consul,
With all the speed ye may;
I, with two more to help me,

Will hold the foe in play,-
In yon strait path a thousand

May well be stopped by three. Now who will stand on either hand, And keep the bridge with me?”

Then outspake Spurius Lartius,—
A Ramnian proud was he:
"Lo! I will stand at thy right hand,
And keep the bridge with thee."

"FREEDOM'S CRUSADERS WHO WAR AGAINST WAR"

Poster-painting for the Fourth Liberty Loan by Edwin H. Blashfield (reproduced by the courtesy of the present owner, The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York City).

They held a council, standing
Before the river-gate;

Short time was there, ye

For musing or debate.

well may guess,

Outspake the consul roundly:

"The bridge must straight go down; For, since Janiculum is lost,

Naught else can save the town."

Then outspake brave Horatius,
The captain of the gate:
"To every man upon this earth
Death cometh soon or late.
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his gods?"

"Hew down the bridge, sir consul,
With all the speed ye may;
I, with two more to help me,

Will hold the foe in play,—
In yon strait path a thousand

May well be stopped by three. Now who will stand on either hand, And keep the bridge with me?"

Then outspake Spurius Lartius,—
A Ramnian proud was he:
"Lo! I will stand at thy right hand,
And keep the bridge with thee."