A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

POZil8 o:r YRUDOK Uf1J l'ATJUOTJSV. 261

And prayer, the full deep flow of prayer,

Blillow'd the pnstoral sod;

And aoula grew strong for baltle there,

Nerved with the peaee of God.

B efol'e the Alps and alara they knelt.,

'11u~t calm devoted band,

And roae, and made their spirite felt

Through all the mountain-land.

Then welcome Grutli'a free-born flower I

Even in thy pale decay

There dwells a breath, 1\ tone, a power,

Which all high thoughta obey.

Now glory to the LoTd of Hom, from whom all gloriu aTe!

And glory to our aovereign liege, King Beary of Navarre I

Now let there be the merry eound of n.usic and of danee,

Through thy comfietda ~n, and aunny vines, 0 pleasant

land of France I

And thou, Roc belle, oor o'\VJl Rochelle, proud city of the wateTII,

Again let rapture light the eyea.of all thy mourning daughters;

As thou wert c<lDstant in onr ills, be joyoun in our joy,

For cold, and a tiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy.

H urrah I Hurrah l a !lingle field hath tnro'd tho chance of war,

Horrald Hurrah I for lvry, and Henry of Na,arre.

Oh I how our hearts "'ere beating. when, at the dawn or day,
We &aw the anoy oftheLeagne drawn out in long array;
With all ita priest-led citiz.en.s, and all ita rebel peen,
And Appeozel'e atout infa.ntry, and Egmont'a Flemish apeartl.
There rOde the brood of false Lorraine, the curtles of our land i
And dark Mayenne was in the midst, a truncheon in hia hand :
And, aa welook'd on them, we thought ofSeioe'acmporpled flood.
And good Coligni'a hoary hair all dappled with h1a blood ;
And we cried nnto the living God, who rnlea the fate of war,
To fight for bia own holy name, and H enry of Navarre.

The k.iog ia come to mo.rahalua, iu all hie armour drest.,

And he baa bound a anow-white plume upon hia gallant crest.

He looJr.'d upon his people, and a tear was in hit eye;

He loolc'd upon the traitors, and hia glance wu Item and high.

Right gTacioueJ..r be amiled on 118, as ro!J'd from wing to wing,

Down all our line a deafening about "Oodsa veour Lord the King."