Her parents held the Quaker rule, A waking eye, a prying mind, My sprightly neighbour, gone before When from thy cheerful eyes a ray A sweet fore-warning? I CLII. THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES. HAVE had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have been laughing, I have been carousing, I loved a love once, fairest among women; I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man; Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my childhood. Earth seemed a desert I was bound to traverse, Seeking to find the old familiar faces. Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, How some they have died, and some they have left me, And some are taken from me; all are departed; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. YE That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave! For the deck it was their field of fame, And ocean was their grave: Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. Britannia needs no bulwark, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below,— As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn; Till danger's troubled night depart, And the star of peace return. Then, then, ye ocean warriors! Our song and feast shall flow When the storm has ceased to blow; CLIV. HOHENLINDEN. ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, By torch and trumpet fast arrayed Then shook the hills with thunder riven, And louder than the bolts of heaven, But redder yet that light shall glow |