Cornish ballads & other poems . e victors foot on my fathers earth,Nor the rushing rivers of Gentile gore,That darken the floods upon Jewrys shore. But I grieve that the sweet and the holy SignWith the Moslem banner should wave and shine;I blush for the battle that blends in fameMohammeds and Isa Ben Mariams2 name. Woe worth the war where the gain is loss !Shame to the Crescent beside the Cross !Trouble and dread to the pledge that gaveA Christian arm to a Pagan glaive! I dream of the hearts that are lowly laid,The warriors that wielded the beamy blade,And waved to the winds yon blessed sign,I
Cornish ballads & other poems . e victors foot on my fathers earth,Nor the rushing rivers of Gentile gore,That darken the floods upon Jewrys shore. But I grieve that the sweet and the holy SignWith the Moslem banner should wave and shine;I blush for the battle that blends in fameMohammeds and Isa Ben Mariams2 name. Woe worth the war where the gain is loss !Shame to the Crescent beside the Cross !Trouble and dread to the pledge that gaveA Christian arm to a Pagan glaive! I dream of the hearts that are lowly laid,The warriors that wielded the beamy blade,And waved to the winds yon blessed sign,In war for their God and his tarnished shrine. I think on the days that are quenchd and gone,When the souls of England came sternly on,To sweep from the lands the accursed hordeThat mockd at the Cross and blasphemed its Lord. And I see where the Turkish cohorts ride—The armies of Christ—they are side by side!And I hear, in the citys funeral knell,Old Englands shout and the Islam yell. 3 The Syriac name of Jesus, Son of ¥?.-. 3* Launcells Tower. THE RINGERS OF LANCELLS TOlfER. 95 Tears then, and grief, for the Syrian sun,With victory gained and with Acco ! pride will be shame and triumph lossTill the Crescent shiver beneath the Cross 1 November, 1840.[From Ecclesia, 1840J THE RINGERS OF LANCELLS TOWER. These ancient men rang at the accession of George the Third andall again at his jubilee. Three of them lived on to ring in Georgethe Fourth ; and two survived to celebrate, in their native tower,the coronation of King William the Fourth. THEY meet once more! that ancient band,With furrowd cheek and failing hand;One peal to-day they fain would ring,The jubilee of Englands king ! They meet once more ! but where are nowThe sinewy arm, the laughing brow,The strength that hailed, in happier times,King George the Third with lusty chimes ? Yet proudly gaze on that lone tower,No goodlier sight hath hall or bower;Meekly they strive—and closing dayGilds with soft light t
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