Go then, and, in your council hall, And if, through all your startled land, Fall in the blood that stains your ground; Afar and near, if all must die, The virgin pure, the tender wife, If helpless age, if infancy Must plead in vain for forfeit life; Remember, Philip never sought The war, he fears not, nor desires : On your own heads yourselves have brought The death blow, and avenging fires. And soon those fires shall blaze on high : To rouse our tribes, from south to north, My wampum belts, of raven die And blood red beads, have travelled forth. And answering to our just appeal, Their fires are lit, their war notes sung; The strife is mortal: henceforth vain He triumphs, or his race must cease. He fears not: e'en should foul defeat His steps pursue, and false friends fly, And Mount Hope see her warrior die. LOVE AND GLORY. Go, saddle my steed, said the brave cavalier, ; And must we then sever, said Helen the fair Of carnage and slaughter, and blood covered fields, Oh Helen, fair Helen, my love, he replied, The summons to fight should I meanly withstand, When the tempest of war hangs in blood o'er the land, Could those arms of thy beauty encircle me then, The scorn of the lovely, the outcast of men? Then go, she replied, since 'tis fortune's decree, I cannot, I will not, to that be unjust. The heart of the lovely beats high in its pride, As her soft trembling hand belts the sword to his side. Then go, she exclaimed, and may glory still join The laurel she wreaths, with the myrtle I twine. The warrior hath gone to the field in his might, From conquest returning, with glory surrounded, Toil, danger, suspense, were forgot in that hour, And Henry was happy, if Helen but smiled. THE COQUETTE DISTRESSED. 133 THE COQUETTE DISTRESSED. My lovers all tell me I'm handsome and gay, I play, and they praise me; I sing, and they cry I need but appear on the plain, and they swear Oh would that this weary flirtation might end; Youth, beauty, enjoyment not always will stay, 12 HENRY TO ELLEN. I. Tis still the same, 'twas so of yore, True love and fortune ne'er combine : Since then, alas! we meet no more, Farewell, dear maid! no longer mine. What though, at first, thy friends esteemed From cold restraint and caution freed, ་ That love, true love, between us grew. At first, scarce felt, a gentle heat, Happy, I cried, whom heaven ordains Love's boundless wealth with thee to share ; Thy smile shall recompense his pains, Thy presence banish grief and care. And then I deemed such fortune mine, And blest the hours, to care unknown, |