The soft blue eyes of love which told, As yet unmarred by sin. O very grievous 'tis to part June 29, 1859. DEATH OF GENERAL NIEL, KILLED AT SOLFERINO BATTLE. After long search they found him The dead lay heaped around him, They found the hero dying, At Solferino falling, While on his soldiers calling Immortal honour earning. The foe asunder rending, Like avalanche descending, The Austrian wings dividing. 66 Victoire," his men were shouting, The Austrian centre routing, He fell, his charger under, As rose their shouts like thunder. Unto his tent they bore him, His sovereign bending o'er him, While weeping friends surround him. Up then the hero rising, The tears his cheeks baptising, His cheek with pride was flushing, His eye love's tribute giving, July 1, 1859. A current of mirth and one of woe, This current is bitter, that is sweet, A healthy draught when their waters meet, Lives any like this? I do not know A wonderful prodigy him I'd hail, But would not like to be his bail; A man who hath often wept and laughed, July 1, 1859. THE GREEK SLAVE. From the glances is she shrinking, Of her home or is she thinking, Ꭰ For the darkness is she sighing, Which shall veil her from the eyes, At the beauty of the prize? "Who will buy her, who will buy her?” But she heareth not the clamour, But the silence doth awake her, July 4, 1859. Oh a battle on is going, And in torrents blood is flowing, Mighty issues are on trial. On one side they fight for freedom, Sense of wrongs their arms is bracing Till the battle shall be ending Till the crown of Rome be broken, Till some other Tully thunders, Till that land of rack and prison, Join their fellows, and be winning, July 8, 1859. D 2 |