Earthward it glided with a swift descent: A thrilling voice was heard, that vivified II. "I, the Guardian of this Land, Speak not now of toilsome duty"Well obeyed was that command, 66 Days are come of festive beauty; "Haste, Virgins, haste!-the flowers which summer gave "Have perished in the field; "But the green thickets plenteously shall yield "Fit garlands for the Brave, "That will be welcome, if by you entwined! "Haste, Virgins, haste; - and you, ye Matrons grave, "Go forth with rival youthfulness of mind, "And gather what ye find "Of hardy laurel and wild holly boughs, "To deck your stern defenders' modest brows! 9 "Such simple gifts prepare, Though they have gained a worthier meed ; "And in due time shall share "Those palms and amaranthine wreaths, "Unto their martyred Countrymen decreed, "In realms where everlasting freshness breathes!" III. And lo! with crimson banners proudly streaming, And upright weapons innocently gleaming, Along the surface of a spacious plain, Advance in order the redoubted bands, And there receive green chaplets from the hands In robes of purest white, While from the crowd burst forth a rapturous noise By the cloud-capt hills retorted,— And a throng of rosy boys In loose fashion told their joys, — And grey-haired Sires, on staffs supported, Looked round-and by their smiling seemed to say, Thus strives a grateful Country to display The mighty debt which nothing can repay! IV, Anon, I saw, beneath a dome of state, The feast dealt forth with bounty unconfined; And, while the vaulted roof did emulate The starry heavens through splendour of the show, It rang with music, — and methought the wind Scattered the tuneful largess far and near, That they, who asked not, might partake the cheer, Where'er the wild winds were allowed to blow! Of agonized affections; And, though some tears the strain attended, In peace of spirit, and sublime content! V. festal shows depart, -But garlands wither, Like dreams themselves; and sweetest sound, Albeit of effect profound, It was and it is gone! - Victorious England! bid the silent Art Reflect, in glowing hues that shall not fade, With second life the deed of Marathon, So may she labour for thy civic halls; Of consecrated places, Graced with such gifts as Sculpture can bestow, Into the torpid breast of daily life; Trophies on which the morning sun may shine, As changeful ages flow, With gratulation thoroughly benign! VI. And ye, Pierian sisters, sprung from Jove And sage Mnemosyne, full long debarred From many a consecrated stream and grove, Dear native regions where ye wont to rove, Now (for, though truth descending from above Of Britain's acts, may catch it with rapt ear, And give the treasure to our British tongue! The bold report, transferred to every clime; Own that the progeny of this fair Isle As were performed in Man's heroic prime |