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XXVIII. Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal - sound of strise, The morn the marshalling in arms, - the day Battle's magnificently-stern array! The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent The earth is covered thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, leaped and pent, Rider and horse, — friend, foe, -- in one red burial


XXIX. Their praise is hymn'd by loftier harps than mine; Yet one I would select from that proud throng, Partly because they blend me with his line, And partly that I did his sirc some wrong, And partly that bright names will hallow song; And his was of the bravest, and when shower'd The death-bolts deadliest the thinn'd files along. Even where the thickest of wsr's tempest lower'd, They reach'd no nobler breast than thine, young,

gallant Howard!

XXX. There have been tears and breaking hearts for thee, And mine were nothing, had I such to give; But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree, Which living waves where thou didst cease to live, And saw around me the wide field revive With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive, With all her reckless birds, upon the wing, I turn'd from all she brought to those she could not

bring. ?

I turn'd to thee, to thousands, of whom each
And one as all a ghastly gap did makc
In his own kind and kindred, whom to teach
Fortgetfulness were mercy for their sake:
'The Archangel's trump, not Glory's, must awake
Those whom they thirst for; though the sound of

May for a moment soothe, it cannot slake

The fever of vain longing, and the name
So honoured but assumes a stronger, bitterer claim.

XXXII. They mourn, but smile at length; and, smiling,

mourn: The tree will wither long before it fall; The hull drives on, though mast and sail be torn; The roof- tree sinks, but moulders on tlie hall In massy hoariness; the ruined wall Stands when its wind- worn battlements are gone; The bars survive the captive they enthral; The day drags through though storms kecp out the

sun: And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on :

XXXIII. Even as a broken mirror, which the glass In every fragment multiplies; and makes A thousand images of one that was, The same, and still the more, the more it breaks ; And thus the heart will do which not forsakes, Living in shattered guise, and still, and cold, And bloodless, with its sleepless sorrow aches, Yet withers on till all without is old, Shewing no visible sign, for such things are untokl. XXXIV. There is a very life in our despair, VHality of poison, — a quick root Which feeds these deadly branches; for it were As nothing did we die; but Life will suit Itself to Sorrow's most qetested fruit, Like to the apples on the 8 Dead Sea's shore, All ashes to the taste: Did man compute Existence by enjoyment, and count o'er Suclı hours'gainst years of life, - say, would he name


. . XXXV. The Psalmist numbered out the years of man: They are enough; and if thy tale be true," : Thou, who didst grudge him even that fleeting span, More than enough, thou fatal Waterloo ! Millions of tongues record thee, and anew

Their children's lips shall echo them, and say -“Here, where the sword united nations drew, Our countrymen were warring on that day!” And this is much, and all which will not pass away.

XXXVI. There sunk the greatest, nor the worst of men, Whose spirit antithetically mixt One moment of the mightiest, and again : On little objects with like firmness fixt, Extreme in all things! hadst thou been betwixt, . Thy throne had still been thine, or never been; For daring made thy rise as fall; thou'seek'st Even now so re-assuịne the imperial mien, Aud shake again the world, the Thunderer of the scene!

. XXXVII. Conqueror and captive of the earth art thou! She trembles at thee still, and tlıy wild name Was ne'er more bruited in men's minds than now That thou art nothing, save the jest of Fame, Who wooed thee once, thy vassal, and became The flatterer of thy fiercepess, till thou wert A god unto thyself; nor less the same

To the astounded kingdoms all inert, Who deem'd theefor. a time whale'er thou didst assert.

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