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Be to us this tiery juice,
Of the Avondei-s thnt frail mortals

Cau Avith steadfast will produce !



NADOWcSSiAN DEATH-LAMENT.

See, he sitteth ou his mat,

Sitteth there upright,
With the grace -with Avliich he sat

Wliilo lie saw the light.

Where is now the sturdy gripe,—

Wliere the breath sedate,
Tliat so lately Avhili\l the pipe

Tow'rd the Spirit Great ?

Wliere the bright and falcon eye,

That the reindeer's tread
Oil the Avaving grass could spy,

Thick -with dew-drops spread ?

Wliere the limbs that used to dart

Swifter through the snow
Thau the twenty-member'd hart

Than the mountain roe ?

Where the ai-m that sturdily

Bent the deadly bow ?
See, its life hath fleeted hj,

See, it hangetli low \



122 THE FEAST OF TICTOBT.

Happy lie !^-He now has gone
Where no snow is foniid :

Wliere with maize the fields are sown,
Self-sijrung from the ground ;

Wliere with birds each bush is fiU'cT,
Where with game the wood ;

Wliere the fish, Avith joy instill'd,
Wanton in the flood.

With the spu-its blest he feeds, —
Leaves us here in gloom ;

We •an only praise his deeds,
And liis corpse entomb.

Farewell- gifts, then, hither bring,
Sound the death-note sad !

Bury witli him ev'rytiiing
That can make him glad.

'Neath his head the hatchet hide

That he boldly swung ;
And the bear's fat haunch beside,

For the road is long ;

And the knife, well sharj^ened

That, with slaslies three,
Scaljj and skin from foeman's head

Tore off skilfully.

And to paint his body, place

Dyes within his hand ;
Let him shine with ruddy grace

In the Spirit-Land '



THE FEAST OF VICTORY.

Priam's castle-walls had sunk,
Troy in dust and aslies lay.

And each Greek, with triumph dnini
Bichly ladeu with his prey.



THE FEAST OF VlCTOnY. 123

oat upon his Bhip's high i>row,

On th(3 Ht'llespontic .struud,
Starting on his journey now,

Bountl lor (ir.'uce, his own fair land.
Riii5<e the glatl, exulting shout !

Tow'rd tlie laiul that gave tlieni birtk
Turn they now the ships about,

As they seek their native earth.

And in rows, all mournfully,

Sat the Trojan women there, —
Beat their l)reasts in agDuy,

P lilid, witli dishevell'd hair.
In the feast of joy so glad

Mingled they the song of woe,
Weeping o'er th<'ir fortunes sad.

In their country's overthrow,
"Land belov'd, oh, fare thee well !

By our foreign masters led,
Far from lunie we're d )om'd to dwell,^

Ah, how happy are the dead! "

Soon the blood by Calchus spilt

On the altar heavenward smokes ;
Pallas, by wliom towns are built

And destroy'd, the priest invokes ;
Neptune, too, wlio all the earth

With his billowy girdle laves, —
Zeus, who gives to terror birth,

Wlio the dreaded M^is waves.
Now the weary fight is done.

Ne'er agaiu'to be renew'd ;
Time's wide circuit now is run,

And the miglity town subdued '

Atreus' son, the army's head,

Told the people's numbers o'er,
"Whom he, as their c iptain, led

To S ?amander'8 vale of yore.
Sorrow's black and heavy clouds

Pass'd acr jss the monarch's browj
Of those vast and valiant crowds,

Oil, how few v/cre left him now
Joylul songs let each one raise,

Who will see his homo again.



la 'wliose veins the life-blood plays,
For, alaa, not all remain !

" All wlio homeward wend their way.

Will not there find peace of mind ;
On their household altars, they

Murder foul pc'reliance may find.
Many fall by false friend's stroke,

Who in fight immortal prov'd :" —
So Ulysses warning spoke,

By Athene's spirit mov'd.
Happy he, whose faithful spouse

Guards his home with honor true !
Woman of ttimes breaks her vows,

Ever loves she what is new.

And Atrides glories there

In the prize he won in fight,
And around her body fair

Twines his arms with fond delight;
Evil works must punish'd be,

Vengeance follows after crime.
For Kron'ion's just decree

Rules the heav'uly courts sublime.
Evil must in evil cud ;

Zeus will on the impious band
Woe for broken guest-rights send,

Weighing with impartial hand.

"It ma^ well tke glad befit,"

Cried O'ileus' valiant son,*
" To extol the Gods who sit

Oa Oij'iapus' lofty throne !
Fortune all lier gifts supplies.

Blindly, and no justice knows,
For Patroclus buried lies,

And Theresites homeward goes !
Since she blindly thn^ws away

Each lot in her Avheel contain'd.
Let him siiout with joy to-day

Who the prize of life has gain'd.



• Ajaslhc Lc88.



THE FEAST OF VICTORY. 126

" Aye, the wars the best devour !

Brother, \\i^ ..ill think of thee,
111 the h;^ht a vt-ry tower,

Wlieii wo. join in reveky !
When till! Gii'fiim 8lii})s were fir'rl,

By tliiiu' arm was safety brought ;
Yet tlie man by t'ra*'t inspir'd *

Won the spoils thy valor sought.
Peace be to thine ashes blest !

Thou wert vanijuisli'd iKjt in fight :
Anger 'ti» destroys the best, —

Ajax fell by Ajax's might ! "

Neoptolemus poiu''d, then,

To his sii-e reno\\ai'd t the wine —
" '^longst the lots of earthly men,

Mighty father, prize I thiue !
Of the goods that life supplies,

Greatest far of all is fame ;
Though to dust the body llies,

Yet still lives a noble name.
Valiant one, thy glory's ray

Will immortal be in song ;
For, though life may pass away,

To all time the dead belong ! "

" Since the voice of minstrelsy

Speaks not of the vanquish'd man,
T will Hector's witness be," —

Tydeus' noble son | began :
"Fighting bravely in defence

Of his h(;Usehold-gods he fell. —
Great the victor's glory thence,

Jle in jjui^iose did excel !

Battling for his altai's dear.

Sank that rock, no more to rise ;
E'en the foeman -will revere

One Avhose houor'd name ne'er dies."



U:y8BeB. -t Achilles. } DiSmed.



126 THE FEAST OF VICTORY.

Nestor, joyous reveller old,

Wlio three generations saw,
Now the leaf-croAvii'd cup of gold,

Gave to weeping Hecuba.
" Drain the goblet's draught so cool.

And forget each iiauiful smart !
Bacchus' gifts ai'e wonderful, —

Balsam for a broken heart.
Drain the goblet's draught so cool.

And forget each painful smart !
Bacchus' gifts are wonderful, —

Balsam for a broken heart.

"E'en to Niobe, whom Heaven

Lov'd in wrath to persecute,
Respite from her pangs was given,

Tasting of the corn's ripe fruit
Whilst the thii'sty lip we lave

In the foaming, living spring.
Buried deep in Lethe's wave

Lies all giief, all sorro^ving !
Whilst the thirsty lip we lave

In the foaming, living spring,
Swallow'd up in Lethe's wave

Is all giief, all sorrowing ! "

And the Prophetess * inspii-'d

By her God, upstarted now, —
Tow'rd the smoke of homesteads fir'dj

Looking from the lofty prow.
" Smoke is each thing here below ;

Ev'ry worldly greatness dies,
As the vapory columns go, —

None are iixed but Deities !
Cares behind the horseman sit —

Round about the vessel play ;
Lest the morrow hinder it.

Let us, therefore, live to-day."



— ^»i*



'Cassandra.



127

THE LAMENT OF CERESo

Is't the beauteous spring I see ?

Has tlie earth grown young again?
Sun-lit hiUs grow verdantly,

Bursting through tlu'ir icy chain.
From the streamlet's mirror blue

Sniili's the now unclouded sky,
Zejiliyr's wings "wave milder, too, —

Yontlil'ul blossoms ope theii' eye.
In the gi'ove, sweet songs resound,

Speaks the Oroad as of yore ;
OiKje again thy llow'rs are found.

But thy daughter comes no more.

Ah, how long 'tis since I went

First in search o'er earth's wide face !
Titan ! All thy rays I sent

Seeking for the jov'd one's trace ;
Of that form so dovir, no ray

Hath as yet biouglit news to me,
And the all-discerning day

Cannot yet the lost one see.
Hast thou, Zeus, her from me torn?

Or to Oreus' gloomy streams,
Is she downi by Pluto borne.

Smitten by her charms' bright beams 7

Wlio will to yon dreary strand

Be the herald of my woe ?
Ever leaves the bark the land,

Yefe but shadows in it go.
To each bless'd eye evermore

Clos'd the night-hke fields remain ;
Styx no living form e'er bore.

Since liis stream first wash'd the plain.
Thousand paths lead downwai'd there,

None lead up again to light ;
And her tears no witness e'er

Brings to her sad mother's sight.

Moth(>rs who, from Pyii-ha sprang,

From a mortal race descend.
May, the tomb's tierce flames among,

On their children lov'd attend ;



1^^ Tlfta LAMENT OF" C:gl?M.

Denizens of Heaven alone

Draw not near the gloomy strand,—
Parcse ! save Immortals, none

E'er are spar'd by yotu- harsh hand.
Plunge me in the night of nights.

From the halls of heaven afar !
Honor not the Goddess' rights — ■

They the mother's torments are I

Where she, with her consort stern.

Joyless reigns, there went I do\YJi, —
With the silent shades, in turn,

Silent stood before her throne.
All ! her eye, Aveigh'd down with tears.

Seeks in vain the hght so fair,
Wanders tow'rd far distant spheres,

On her mother falling ne'er !
Till she Avakes to ecstasy.

Till -svdth joy each bosom throbs,
And, arous'd to S3'mj)athy,

Even i-ugged Oreus sobs.



Fruitless wish ! Lamenting vain !

In its smooth track peacefully
Ever rolls day's steady waag,

Ever fixed is Jove's decree.
He has turn'd his blissful head

From the gloomy realms away ;
She to me is ever dead.

Now that she is Night's sad i^rey, —
Till the waves, that darkly swell,

With Aurora's colors glow ;
Till across tlio depths of Hell

Iris di-aws her beauteous bow.



Is naiight left me noAV to prove,

Naught that as a pledge may stand;
Tliat the al)sent still may love ?

Not a trace of that dear hand ?
Can no loving bond, then, spread

O'er a moth(>r and her child?
Of the living a;id the dead

Can there be no union mild ?



iritE Lament op cekes. 129

No, Blie is not wliolly flown !

We'ru not Avliolly sever'cl now !
Fur t(j sjH'ak one, tonguo alone

Tliu et(jriuil Guil-j allow.



Wlien Spring's children sink in death,

Wlicju the leuf and flower decay,
Smittcm by tlie Northwijid's breath,

Sadly stands the naked spray :
Tlien I take what best can live

From Viu-tiunniis' teeming horn,
Oft'riug it to Styx, to give

In return the golden com, —
Into earth, then, mounifully

Drop it on my daughter's heart,
That it may a language be

Of my love, my bitter smart.

Wlien the Hours' unchanging dance

Brings with joy the S^n-ing again,
Wakcjj'-^ i^ - ' the sun's l)right glance.

Will pn'^ dead fresh life obtain.
Germs mat perish to the sight

In the chilly womb of earth.
In tliG color-realm so bright

Free themselves again with mirth.
When the stalk shoots high in air.

Shyly liu'ks the root in night ;
Ec^ual in their fost'ring care

Are both Styx's and ^Ether's might.

Half tliey rule the living's sphere,

Half the region of the dead ;
Ah, to mo they're heralds dear,

Swecit tones from Cocytus clxead I
Though herself be ever dumb

In the terrible abyss.
From the Spring's young blossoms come

To mine ears these words of bliss, —
That e'en far from daylight blest,

Wliere the soiTowiiig shadows go,
^r-viiiii-lv may throb the breast,
TbiiuerVy tiie heart may glow !



ISO THE ELEtrslNIAN I-ESTlVAli.

Oil, be glad, then, evermore,

Smiling meadows' cliildren true ?
For joiw clialice shall run o'er

With the nectar's purest dew.
I will steep yom* forms in beams

And with Iris' f ah-est light
Tinge your foliage, till it gleams

Like Aurora's features bright.
In the Spring-time's radiance blest,

In the Autumn's garland dead.
There may read each tender breast
Of my griefs — my joys, now fled !



THE ELEU8INIAN FESTIVAL.

"Wreathe in a garland the corn's golden ear !

With it, the Cyane * blue intertwme !
Bapture must render each glance bright and clear,

For the great Qixeen is approaching her shiine, -
She who comp^'ls lawless jjassions to cease,

Who to link man with his fellow has come.
And into fh'm hal )itations of peace

Chang'd the rude tents' ever-wandering home

Shyly in the mountain-cleft

Was the Troglodyte conceal'd ;
And the ro^dng Nomad left,

Desert lying, each broad field.
With the javlin, with the bow

Strode the hunter throiigh the land ;
To the hapless stranger, woe,

Billow-cast on that wild strand !

Wlien, in her sad wanderings lost.

Seeking traces of her child,
Ceres liail'd the dreary coast,

Ah, no verdant plain then smil'd !



• The coru-flower.



THE ELErSIN'IAN FESTITAli. 131

'Phat she here Avith tmst majf stay,

None vouclisafes a sheltenng roof ;
Not a temple's columns gay

Give of godlike Avorship proof.

Fi'uit of no propitious ear

Bids lier to the pure feast fly ;
On vhc ghastly altars here

Human bones alone e'er dry.
Far as she might onwai'd rove,

Misery found she still in aU,
And Avithin her soul of love,

Sorrow'd she o'er man's deep falL

" Is it thus I find the man

To Avlujm Ave our Image lend,
Whose fair limbs of noble span

Upward toA\''rd the Heavens ascend ?
Laid Ave not before his fe6t

Earth's unbounded godlike womb ?
Yet upon his kingly seat

Wanders he Avithout a home ?

" Does no God compassion feel ?

Will none of the blissful race.
With an arm of mii'acle,

Raise him from his deep disgrace ?
In the heights A\here rapture reigns

Pangs of others ne'er can move ;
Yet man's anguish and man's pains

My tormented heart must prove.

" So that a man a man may be,

Let him make an endless bond
With the kind earth trustingly.

Who is ever good and fond —
To revere the laAv of time.

And the moon's melodious song,
Wlio, A\ith silent step sublime,

Move their sacred course along. "

And she softly parts the cloud

That conceals her from the sight ;
Sudden, in the savage crowd.

Stands she, as a Goddess bright



182 THE ELECSINIA:^ FESTIYAIi,

There she finds the concourse rude
In their glad feast revelling,

And the chalice fill'd ^\ith blood
As a sacrifice they bring.

But she turns her face away,

Horror-stmck, and speaks the while :
" Bloody tiger-feasts ne'er may

Of a God the lips defile.
He needs victims free from stain,

Fruits niatur'd by Autumn's sun ;
With the pure gifts of the plain

Honor'd is the Holy One ! "

And she takes the heavy shaft

From the hunter's cruel hand ;
With the murd'rous w^eapon's haft

Furrowing the light-strown sand,—
Takes from out her garland's crown,

Fill'd with life, one suigle grain,—
Sinks it in the furrow down,

And the germ soon swells amain.

And the green stalks gracefully

Shoot, ere long, the ground above.
And, as far as eye can see,

Waves it like a golden grove.
With her smile the earth she cheers,

Binds the earliest slieaves so fair,
As her heart the landmark rears,—'

And the Goddess breathes tliis prayer ;

"Father Zeus, who reign'st o'er all

That in iEther's mansions dwell,
Let a sign from thee now fall

That thou lov'st this off 'ring well !
And from the imhapi^y crowd

That, as yet, has ne'er knoAvn thee,
Take away the eye's dark cloud,

Showing them then- Deity ! "

Zeus, upon his lofty throne.
Hearkens to his sister's jsrayer ;

From the blue heights thmid''ring down,
Hurls his forked lightning there.



(THE ELEUSINLVN FESTIVAL. 133

Crackliiip:, it begins to blazo,

From tlio iiKur -^vhirliiif^ Ixmmis, —
Aiul liis swift \viiigM eagle pluys

High above in circliug rouuiLs.

Soon at the feet of their mistress are kneeling,

rurd -with emotion, the raptiu-oiis throng ;
Into hnmaiiity's earhest feehng

Melt their rude spirits, nntutor'tl and strong.
Each bloody weapon beiiiiid them tlu-y leave,

Kays on tiieir senses beclouded soon shine,
And from the mouth of the Queen they receive.

Gladly and meekly, instmctiou divine.

All the Deities advance

Downwards from their heav'nly seats ;
Themis' self 'tis leads the dance.

And, with staft" of justice, metes
Unto ev'ry one his rights, — .

Landmai'ks, too, 'tis hers to fix ;
And in witness she invites

All the hidden powers of Styx.

And the Forge-God, too, is there,

The inventive Sou of Zeus ;
Fa:^;luoner of vessels fair

Skill'd in clay and brass's use,
'TIS from him the art niixn knows

Tongs and ])ello\\s how to wield ;
'Neath his haunner's heavy blows

Was the ploughshare fii'st reveal'd.

With projecting, weighty spear,

Front of all, Minerva stands,
Lifts her voice so strong and clear.

And the Godlike host commands,
Steailfast walls 'ti.; hers to found,

Shield and screen for ev'ry one.
That the scatter'd world around

Bind in loving unison.



o



The Immortals' steps she guides
O'er the trackless plains so vast.

And where'er her foot abides
Is the Bouudiiry God held fast •



184 (THB ELEUSIKIAK fESTlVAt.

And her measuring chain is led

Round the mountain's border greeu,-

E'eu tlie raging torrent's bed
In the holy ring is seen.



All the Nymphs and Oreads too

Who, the moiuitain pathways o'er,
Swift-foot Artemis pursue,

All, to swell the concourse, pour,
Brandishing the hunting-spear, —

Set to work, — glad shouts uprise,—
'Neath their axes' blows so clear

Crashuig down the piue-wood flies.



E'en the sedge-crown'd God ascends

From his verdant spring to light,
And his raft's direction bends

At the Goddess' word of might, —
Wliile the Hours, ail-gently bound,

Nimbly to their duty fly ;
Rugged trunks are fashion'd round

By her skill'd hand gracefully.



E'en the Sea-God thither fares ; —
Sudden, with his trident's blow,

He the granite columns tears

From earth's entrails far below ; —

In his mighty hands, on high.

Waves he them, like some light ball

And, with Nimble Hermes by
, Raises up the rampart-wall.



But from out the golden strmgs

Lures Apollo harmony,
Measm-'d time's s^vevt murmurings.

And the might of melody.
The Camense swell the strain

With th(>ir song of ninefold tone :
Captive bound hi music's chaiu,

Softly stone unites to stoue.



THE rLEUSINIAJf FESTTVAIi. 186

Cybfle, Avitii sldllful hiiiul,

Open tlirows tli(3 AvidL'-wiii^^M door;
Locks and bolts by lur are ijlaim'd,

SiU'o to lust t'oreveviuoiv.
Soon complrte the Avoiidrous halls

By the God's own lumds are made,
x\iul the tt'nii)le's glowing walls

btaiid in I'cstal i>omp array'd.

With a crown of myrtle twin'd,

^«o^T the Goddess-Qneen ct)mes there,
And she leads the fairest hind

To the Khepherdess most fair.
Venns, with her beauteous boy,

That first jiair herself attires ;
All the Gods bring gifts of joy,

i31essing their love's sacred fires.

Guided l)y the Deities,

Soon the iie\\-born townsmen ponr
Usher'd in with harmonies,

Throiigh the friendly open door.
Holding now the rites divine,

Ceres at Zens' altar stands, —
"Blessing those aronnd the shrine.

Thus she speaks, with folded hands : —

" Freedom's love the beast inflames,

And the God rules free in air.
While the law of Nature tames

Each w:Ud lust tliat lingers there.
Yet, Avhen thus together thrown,

INIan with man must fain unite ;
A.nd by his own worth alone

Can he freedom gain, and might."

Wreathe in a garland the corn's golden ear !

With it, the Cyane blue intertwine !
Hapture must render each glance bright and clear.

For the great Queen is approaching her shrine, —
She who our homesteads so l)lissful has given.

She who has man to his fellow-man be)und.
Let oiu' glad numbers extol, then, to Heaven

Her who the Eai-th's kindly mother is found I



186

THE RING OF POLVC RATES*

A BALLAD.

Upon his battlements he stood,

And downward gaz'd, in joyous mood,

On Samos' Isle, that own'd his sway,
" All this is subject to my yoke,"
To Egypt's monarch thus he spoke, —

" That I am truly blest, then, say ! "

" The Immortals' favor thou hast known !
Thy sceptre's might has overthrown

All those who once were like to thee,
Yet to avenge them, 07ie hves still ;
I cannot call thee blest, until

That dreaded foe has ceas'd to be. "

"While to these words the King gave vent,
A herald, from Miletus sent,

Appeai-'d before the Tyi'ant there :
"Lord, let thy incense rise to-day.
And \\ ith the laurel's branches gay

Thou well may'st crown thy festive hair !

" Thy foe has sunk beneath the si)eai', —
I'm sent so bring the glad news here.

By thy true marsh
Then from a basin black he takes —
The fearful sight their terror wakes —

A well-known headj besmear'd with gore.

The King ■v\ith horror stcpp'd aside,
And then, "with anxious look, replied :

" Thy bhss to fortune ne'er commit.
On faithless waves, bethink th<H^ how
Thy fleet with doubtful fa-to swims now —
How soon the storm may scatter it ! "

And ere he yet had spoke the word,
A shout of jubilee is heard

Resoundhig from the distant strand.

♦ For this glory, Bee Herodotus, buok lii, pections i^fS.



THE RTNO OP POLTCKATES. 137

"With foreign treasures teeming o'er,
The vessels' nia-st-rich wood once more
Rotun.s Lome to its luitivc land.

The gnest then speaks -with startled mind :
"Fortune to-day, in truth, seems kind ;

But thou her tickleiuss slionldst, iV-ar r
The Cretan hordes, well skill'd in arms,
Now threaten thee with a\ ar's alarms ;

E'en now they are approaching here."

And, ere the word has 'scap'd his lips,
A stir is seen amongst the shi]3s.

And thousand voices "Victory ! " cry ;
""We are deliver'd from our foe,
The storm has laid the Cretan low.

The war is ended, is gone by ! "

The shout with horror hears the guest :
" In truth, I must esteem thee blest !

Yet di'ead I the decrees of Heaven.
The envy of the Gods I fear ;
To taste of unmix'd rapture here

Is never to a mortal given.

" "With me. too, everything succeeds ;
In all my sovereign acts and deeds

The grace of Heaven is ever by ;
And yet I had a wt 11-lov'd heir —
I paid my debt to fortune there, —

God took him hence — I saw him die.

" Wouldst thou from sorrow, then, be free^
Pray to each unseen Deity,

F*)r thy well-being, grief to send ;
The man on A\liom the Gods l)estow
Their gifts with har.ds tliat overflow,

Comes never to a happy end.

" And if the Gods thy prayer resist,
Then to a friend's instruction list, —
Invoke Utijuclf adversity ;



l38 THE CKANES OP IBYCUS.

And what, of all tliy treasures bright.
Gives to thy heart the most delight —

That take and cast thou in the sea 1**

Then speaks the other, mov'd by fear :
•' This rmg to nie is far most dear

Of all this Isle -nithin it knows —
I to the Furies pledge it now.
If they will happiness allow " —

And in the flood the gem he throws.

And with the morrow's earliest light
Appear'd before the monarch's sight

A Fisherman, all joyously ;
" Lord, I this fish just now have caught.
No net before e'er held the sort ;

And as a gift I brmg it thee."

The fish was opened by the cook,
Who suddenly, with wond'ring look,

Euns up, and utters these glad sounds :
" Within the fish's maw, behold,
I've found, great Lord, thy ring of Gold !

Thy fortune truly knows no bounds 1"

The guest with terror turn'd away :
" I cannot here, then, longer stay, —

My friend thou canst no longer be !
The Gods have will'd that thou shouldst die :
Lest I, too, laerish, I must fly " —

He sjjoke — and sail'd thence hastily.



THE CRANES OF IBYCUS.

A BAJjLAX).

Once to the Song and Chariot-fight,
Wliere all the tribes of Greece unite
On Corinth's Isthmus joyously.
The God-lov'd I!)ycus di-ew nigh,
Ou him Apollo had bestow'd



(THE CRAKES OP IBYCOd.

The c^ift of sonpr and strninB inspir'd ;
So, wiUi lif::bt, stfift; he took his roiul
From Rliegium, by the GocUieacl fir'd.

Atrocorinth, on mountain high,
NoAV bursts upon tlie AViiiidorer's eye,
And he begins, ^vitll pious dread,
Poseidon's grove of lirs to tread.
Naught moves around him, save a swarm

Of Cranes, wlio guide him on his way ;
Wlio from far southern regions warm

Have hither come in squadron grey.

" Thou friendly band, all hail to thee !
Who ledst me safely o'er tire sea !
I deem thee as a favoring sign, —
My destiny resembles thine.
Both come from a far distant coast,

Both pray for some kind shelt'ring j)lace ;■
Propitious itow'rd^us be the host

Wlio from the stranger wards disgrace 1 "

And on he hastes, in joyous mood,
And reaches soon the middle wood

When, on a narrow bridge, by force

Two murderers sudden l)ar his course.

He must prei)are him for the fray.
But soon his Avearied hand sinks low ;

Inur'd the gentle lyre to play,
It ne'er has strung the deadly bow.

On Gods and men for aid he cries, —
No saviour to his prayer reijlies ;
However far his voice he sends,
Naught liviug to his cry attends.
" And must 1 in a foreign land.

Unwept, desert<'d iK'rish here,
Falling l)eneath a murderous hand.

Where no avenger can appear ? "


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