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By torch and trumpet fast array'd
To join the dreadful revelry.
Far flash'd the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow; And bloodier yet the torrent flow
Of Iser, rolling rapidly, 'Tis morn, but scarce yon
level Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank,* and fiery Hun,t
Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! | all thy banners wave!
And charge with all thy chivalry! Few, few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet, And every turf beneath their feet
Shall be a soldier's sepulchre !
* FRANK.-Here equivalent to Frenchman. † HUN.--Here equivalent to Austrian.
# MUNICH.-Capital city of Bavaria. Here to be taken as representing the nation.
the soldier's Aream .
OUR bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had
lower'd, And the sentinel stars set their watch in the
sky; And thousands had sunk on the ground over
power'd, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.
When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the
slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw,
And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array,
Far, far I had roam'd on a desolate track: 'Twas autumn and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me
I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft
young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn
Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore, From
home and my weeping friends never
to part: My little ones kiss'd me a thousand times o’er, And my wife sobb'd aloud in her fulness of
“Stay, stay with us—rest, thou are weary and
worn;" And fain was their war-broken soldier to stay ; But sorrow return'd with the dawning of morn,
And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.
Libe in Hobe; 'tis Pleasant Living .
BE not harsh and unforgiving ;
Gentleness is e'er forgiving-
Lapland is a country in the extreme north of Europe. In the summer the sun remains above the horizon for many weeks without setting, and in the winter for a similar time never appears.
The darkness in winter, however, is relieved by the great amount of moonlight, and by the Aurora Borealis.
With blue cold nose, and wrinkled brow,