So peace instead of death let us bring: To our King." Then Denmark blest our chief That he gave her wounds repose; And the sounds of joy and grief From her people wildly rose, As death withdrew his shades from the day: While the sun looked smiling bright O'er a wide and woeful sight, Where the fires of funeral light Died away. Now joy, old England, raise By the festal cities' blaze, Let us think of them that sleep Full many a fathom deep By thy wild and stormy steep, Brave hearts! to Britain's pride Once so faithful and so true, On the deck of fame that died With the gallant good Riou: Soft sigh the winds of heaven o'er their grave! The brave! that are no more: All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore. Eight hundred of the brave, A land breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset; Down went the Royal George, Toll for the brave- His last sea fight is fought, His work of glory done. She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock; His sword was in the sheath, When Kempenfelt went down Weigh the vessel up, And mingle with your cup Full charged with England's thunder, But Kempenfelt is gone, His victories are o'er; And he and his eight hundred Must plow the wave no more. William Cowper 5 WITH WALKER IN NICARAGUA1 Come to my sunland! Come with me I E was all man: let this be said HE HAbove my brave dishonored dead. I ask no more, this is not much, For he was true as any star, And brave as Yuba's grizzlies are, 1Reprinted with the permission of Mrs. Abbie Leland Miller, and of G. P. Putnam's Sons, publishers of Joaquin Miller's complete Poetical Works— copyright, 1923, by Abbie Leland Miller. The text is substantially that dated by the author "London, 1871," and published by Roberts Brothers, Boston, 1872. Yet gentle as the panther is Mouthing her young in her first fierce kiss; A piercing eye, a princely air, A presence like a chevalier, Half angel and half Lucifer; Fair fingers, jeweled manifold With great gems set in hoops of gold; The famous filibuster chief Stood by his tent 'mid tall brown trees With bent arm arched above his brow;- II What strange strong bearded men were these He led toward the tropic seas! Men sometime of uncommon birth, Men rich in histories untold, Who boasted not, though more than bold, Broad-breasted as twin gates of brass,- A remnant of that early few They rode, a troop of bearded men, Rode two and two out from the town, And some were blond and some were brown And all as brave as Sioux; but when From San Bennetto south the line |