ADVANCE. He bade the guiding spirits of the Stars, Advance! Sun, Stars, and Time, obey the voice, and all The River at its bubbling fountain cries Advance! The Clouds proclaim, like heralds, through the skies, Advance! Throughout the world the mighty Master's laws The Earth is full of life, the swelling seeds Advance! And Summer hours, like flowery-harnessed steeds, Advance! To Man's most wondrous hand the same voice cried Advance! Go clear the woods, and o'er the bounding tide Advance! Go draw the marble from its secret bed, And make the cedar bend its giant head: Let domes and columns through the wondering air Advance! The world, O Man! is thine. But wouldst thou share? Advance ! Unto the soul of man the same voice spoke, Advance! From out the chaos, thunder-like, it broke, - Go track the comet in its wheeling race, Advance ! For Love and Hope, borne by the coming years, 871 Must seasons change, and countless years roll on, And never see the crescent moon of Hope Advance? "T is time thine heart and eye had wider scope Advance! Dear brothers, wake! look up! be firm! be strong! From out the starless night of fraud and wrong, Advance! The chains have fallen from off thy wasted hands, Advance! Proclaim that then thou wear'st no manacles, Advance! Advance! thou must advance or perish now; Advance! - -- Advance! Why live with wasted heart and brow; – Advance! Advance! or shrink at once into the grave; Be bravely free, or artfully a slave: Why fret thy master, if thou must have one? Advance ! "Advance three steps, the glorious work is done!"— The first is COURAGE 't is a giant stride! Advance ! With bounding steps up Freedom's rugged side Advance! KNOWLEDGE Will lead you to the dazzling heights, Advance! Be wise, be just; with will as fixed as Fate's, Advance! LXVIII. - GREECE. D. F. M'CARTHY. He who hath bent him o'er the dead, The last of danger and distress, Ajalon derives its renown from the command of Joshua: "Sun, stand thou still on Gibeon, and thou, moon, in the valley of Ajalon." GREECE. Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers, That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now, - The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon "T is Greece but living Greece no more! That parts not quite with parting breath; A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of feeling past away! Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth, 878 Which gleams, but warms no more its cherished earth. Clime of the unforgotten brave! Whose land from plain to mountain-cave Was Freedom's home or Glory's grave! Arise, and make again your own : BYRON. LXIX. THE BATTLE OF BEAL' AN DUINE'. No cymbal clashed, no clarion rung, Save when they stirred the roe. At once there rose so wild a yell Forth from the pass in tumult driven, For life! for life! their flight they ply – Before that tide of flight and chase, THE BATTLE OF BEAL' AN DUINE'. The spearmen's twilight wood? 875 "Down! down!" cried Mar, " your lances down! That serried grove of lances brown And closely shouldering side to side, We'll drive them back as tame." Bearing before them, in their course, I heard the lance's shivering crash, My banner-men, advance! I see," he cried, "their column shake. Now, gallants! for your ladies' sake, The horsemen dashed among the rout, Where, where was Roderick then? Were worth a thousand men. And refluent through the pass of fear * A Tinchell is a circle of sportsmen, who, by surrounding a great space, and gradually narrowing, bring immense quantities of deer together. |