'Here and here did England help me: how can I help Eng land?'-say, Whoso turns as I, this evening, turn to God to praise and pray, While Jove's planet rises yonder, silent over Africa. R. Browning. THE LOST LEADER JUST for a handful of silver he left us, They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver, How all our copper had gone for his service! Rags were they purple, his heart had been proud! Learned his great language, caught his clear accents, Shakespeare was of us, Milton was for us, Burns, Shelley, were with us, they watch from their graves! He alone breaks from the van and the freemen, -He alone sinks to the rear and the slaves! We shall march prospering,-not through his presence; Life's night begins: let him never come back to us! Best fight on well, for we taught him-strike gallantly, Then let him receive the new knowledge and wait us, KENTISH Sir Byng stood for his King, God for King Charles! Pym and such carles Hands from the pasty, nor bite take nor sup Till you're- CHORUS.-Marching along, fifty-score strong, Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song. Hampton to hell, and his obsequies' knell. Serve Hazelrig, Fiennes, and young Harry as well! Kentish and loyalists, keep we not here, CHORUS.-Marching along, fifty-score strong, Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song? Then, God for King Charles! Pym and his snarles Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song! II. GIVE A ROUSE KING CHARLES, and who'll do him right now? Who gave me the goods that went since? CHO.-King Charles, and who'll do him right now? To whom used my boy George quaff else, While Noll's damned troopers shot him? CHO.--King Charles, and who'll do him right now? King Charles, and who's ripe for fight now? III. BOOT AND SADDLE BOOT, saddle, to horse, and away! Rescue my castle before the hot day CHO.-Boot, saddle, to horse, and away! Ride past the suburbs, asleep as you'd say; Forty miles off, like a roebuck at bay, · Flouts Castle Brancepeth the Roundheads' array: Who laughs, Good fellows ere this, by my fay, CHO.-Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!' Who? My wife Gertrude, that, honest and gay, R. Browning. POEMS ON THE PROBLEM OF LIFE CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE How happy is he born and taught Whose passions not his masters are, Of public fame, or private breath; Who envies none that chance doth raise Who hath his life from rumours freed, Who God doth late and early pray And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend; |