The golden treasury of American songs and lyrics . withdrawn Which once he wore !The glory from his gray hairs goneForevermore ! Revile him not, — the Tempter hath A snare for all;And pitying tears, not scorn and wratb, Befit his fall! Oh, dumb be passions stormy rage, When he who mightHave lighted up and led his age, Falls back in night. Scorn ! would the angels laugh, to mark A bright soul , down the endless dark, From hope and heaven! Let not the land once proud of himInsult him now, AMERICAN SONGS AND LYRICS. Nor brand with deeper shame his dim,Dishonored brow. But let i
The golden treasury of American songs and lyrics . withdrawn Which once he wore !The glory from his gray hairs goneForevermore ! Revile him not, — the Tempter hath A snare for all;And pitying tears, not scorn and wratb, Befit his fall! Oh, dumb be passions stormy rage, When he who mightHave lighted up and led his age, Falls back in night. Scorn ! would the angels laugh, to mark A bright soul , down the endless dark, From hope and heaven! Let not the land once proud of himInsult him now, AMERICAN SONGS AND LYRICS. Nor brand with deeper shame his dim,Dishonored brow. But let its humbled sons, instead, From sea to lake,A long lament, as for the dead. In sadness make. Of all we loved and honored, naught Save power remains, —A fallen angels pride of thought, Still strong in chains. All else is gone; from those great eyes The soul has fled:When faith is lost, when honor dies, The man is dead ! Then, pay the reverence of old days To his dead fame ;Walk backward, with averted gaze. And hide the shame! J. G. Whittikr. 70. JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SIR HUMPHREY GILBERT. ^it ^rxmp^ni^ (Biffietf. O OUTHWARD with fleet of ice Sailed the corsair Death;Wild and fast blew the blast, And the east-wind was his breath. His lordly ships of ice Glisten in the sun;On each side, like pennons wide, Flashing crystal streamlets run. His sails of white sea-mist Dripped with silver rain;But where he passed there were cast Leaden shadows oer the main. Eastward from CampobelloSir Humphrey Gilbert sailed; Three days or more seaward he bore,Then, alas ! the land-wind failed. Alas! the land-wind failed,And ice-cold grew the night; AMERICAN SONGS AND LYRICS. And nevermore, on sea or shore,Should Sir Humphrey see the light. He sat upon the deck, The Book was in his hand; Do not fear! Heaven is as near, He said, by water as by land! In the first watch of the night, Without a signals sound,Out of the sea, mysteriously, The fleet of Death rose all around. The moon and the evening st
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