A new library of poetry and song: . d blench not at thy chosen lot; The timid good nu>y stand aloof, The sage may frawn, — yet faint thou not. Nor heed the shaft too surely cast,The foul and hissing bolt of scorn ; For with thy side shall dwell, at victory of endurance born. Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again, —The eternal years of (iod are hers ; But Error, wounded, writhes in pain,And dies among his worshippers. Vea, though thou lie upon the dust, When they who heliicd thee tlee in fear. Die full of hope and manly those who fell in battle here ! Another hand thy
A new library of poetry and song: . d blench not at thy chosen lot; The timid good nu>y stand aloof, The sage may frawn, — yet faint thou not. Nor heed the shaft too surely cast,The foul and hissing bolt of scorn ; For with thy side shall dwell, at victory of endurance born. Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again, —The eternal years of (iod are hers ; But Error, wounded, writhes in pain,And dies among his worshippers. Vea, though thou lie upon the dust, When they who heliicd thee tlee in fear. Die full of hope and manly those who fell in battle here ! Another hand thy sword shall wield, .othcr hand the standard from the trumpets mouth is pealed The blast of triumph oer thy grave. W1LLIAM CULLEN- RkVANT, NOT ON THE lUTTLE-FlELD. To fall on the battle-tield fighting (or my dear lountry. — lltatwould not be hard. — The Xeighi^rs. 0 NO, no, — let me lie Not on n field of battle when I die ! Let not the iron treadOf the mad w;n-horse crush iiiv helmed head ; meiULM. .??K.^a. I)fttw» hy Harry l-enn.
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