NATHAN HALE.

'Neath the blue morn, the sunny morn,

He dies upon the tree,

And he mourns that he can lose

But one life for liberty."

-F. M. FINCH.

Bronze statue by Frederic Macmonnies, in City Hall Park, New York.

NEV

The dark wave, the plumed wave,
It meets his eager glance;
And it sparkles 'neath the stars,
Like the glimmer of a lance-
A dark wave, a plumed wave,
On an emerald expanse.

A sharp clang, a steel clang,
And terror in the sound!
For the sentry, falcon-eyed,

In the camp a spy hath found;
With a sharp clang, a steel clang,
The patriot is bound.

With calm brow, steady brow,

He listens to his doom; In his look there is no fear,

Nor a shadow-trace of gloom;

But with calm brow and steady brow He robes Him for the tomb.

In the long night, the still night,
He kneels upon the sod;
And the brutal guards withhold
E'en the solemn Word of God!
In the long night, the still night,
He walks where Christ hath trod.

'Neath the blue morn, the sunny morn, He dies upon the tree;

And he mourns that he can lose

But one life for Liberty;