Poems of America . all courage their voices checked; . And something the wildest could understand jSpake in the old mans strong right hand; And his corded throat, and the lurking frown I Of liis eyebrows under his old bell-crown; ! Until, as they gazed, there crept an awe |Through the ranks in whispers, and some men saw, In the antique vestments and long white hair, ; The Past of the Nation in battle there; ; And some of the soldiers since declare I That the gleam of his old white hat afar, ] Like the crested plume of the brave Navarre, ; That day was their oriliamme of war. j So raged the bat
Poems of America . all courage their voices checked; . And something the wildest could understand jSpake in the old mans strong right hand; And his corded throat, and the lurking frown I Of liis eyebrows under his old bell-crown; ! Until, as they gazed, there crept an awe |Through the ranks in whispers, and some men saw, In the antique vestments and long white hair, ; The Past of the Nation in battle there; ; And some of the soldiers since declare I That the gleam of his old white hat afar, ] Like the crested plume of the brave Navarre, ; That day was their oriliamme of war. j So raged the battle. You know the rest: How the rebels, beaten, and backward pressed. Broke at the iinal charge, and ran. i At which John Burns — a practical man— • Shouldered his rifle, unbent his brows, j And then went back to his bees and cows. 1 That is the story of old John Burns; This is the moral the reader learns: In fighting the battle, the question s whether You 11 show a hat thats white, or a feather. Bret Harte,. The Hudsons sleeping waters. See page HUDSON, THE RIVER. 9? Hudson y the Biver, N. Y. THE HUDSON. ; THROUGH many a blooming wild and woodlandgreen . The Hudsons sleeping waters winding stray; < Now mongst the hills its silvery waves are seen, ] Through arching willows now they steal away;Now more majestic roUs the ample tide, J TaU waving elms its clovery borders shade, ?; And many a stately dome, in ancient pride And hoary grandeur, there exalts its trace the marks of cultures sunburnt hand, The honeyed buckwheats clustering blossoms view, —Dripping rich odors, mark the beard-grain bland, The loaded orchard, and the flax-field blue;The grassy hill, the quivering poplar grove. The copse of hazel, and the tufted long green valley where the white flocks rove, The jutting rock, oerhung with ivy dank; ; The tall pines waving on the mountains brow, ; Whose lofty spires catch days last lingering beam; The benfting willow weeping oer the
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