A citizen of Roman rights, Silver and golden store, These shall be thine; let Christian blood But stain the marble floor." So rose the Amphitheatre, Tower and arch and tier; There dawned a day when martyrs stood But strong their quenchless trust in God, Their eyes of faith, undimmed, were fixed And thousands gazed, in brutal joy, What thoughts welled up within his breast, What gleams of holy light from heaven, Had he by password gained access, And learned the hope of Christ's beloved, The proud Vespasian o'er him bends, "My priceless architect, To-day I will announce to all Thy privilege elect, A free made citizen of Rome." And folding, o'er his breast. his arms, And in a strength not all his own, The fearless architect exclaimed, Only a few brief moments passed, Within the amphitheatre, A lifeless mass of clay. But Christ with martyrs crowned him King, THE XVII.-SOMEBODY'S MOTHER. HE woman was old, and ragged and gray, And bent with the chill of a Winter's day; The streets were white with a recent snow, And the woman's feet with age were slow. At the crowded crossing she waited long, Down the street with laughter and shout, None offered a helping hand to her, So weak and timid, afraid to stir, Lest the carriage wheels or the horse's feet, At last came out of the merry troop The gayest boy of all the group; He paused beside her, and whispered low, "I'll help you across, if you wish to go; Her aged hand on his strong young arm "She's somebody's mother, boys, you know, "Somebody's mother," bowed low her head, Faint was the voice, and worn and weak, Angels caught the faltering word, And "Somebody's Mother's' prayer was heard. XVIII.-LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS. MRS. HEMANS. THE breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed ; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of Exiles moored their bark Not as the conqueror comes, They, true-hearted, came; Not with the rolls of stirring drums, Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear ; They shook the depths of the desert's gloom Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea ! And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free ! The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white wave's foam, And the rocking pines of the forest roared ;This was their welcome home! There were men with hoary hair Amidst the Pilgrim band; Why have they come to wither there, There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth; There was manhood's brow, serenely high What sought they thus, afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? -They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Aye, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod ! They have left unstained what there they found— Freedom to worship God! XX. THE ORPHAN BOY. TAY, Lady! stay for mercy's sake, And my brave father's hope and joy; Poor, foolish child! how pleased was I, And see the lighted windows flame! The people's shouts were long and loud "Why are you crying thus," said I, "What is an orphan boy?" I said, When, suddenly, she gasped for breath; Oh! were I by your bounty fed— XXI.-BETH GELERT. W. L. SPENCER. THE spearman heard the bugle sound, and cheerly smiled the morn 'Twas only at Llewelly'ns board the faitnful Gelert fed ; And now, as over rocks and dells the gallant chidings rise, But when he gained the castle door, aghast the chieftain stood; The hound was smeared with gouts of gore; his lips and fangs ran blood ! Llewellyn gazed with wild surprise, unused such looks so meet; His favourite checked his joyful guise, and crouched and licked his feet. And still, where'er his eyes were cast, fresh blood-gouts shocked his view! |