Let mankind their tributes bring; Praise Him, saints, above the rest; Praise our Saviour, praise the Lord. PSALM CXLVIII. (SECOND VERSION) YE realms of light and love, Ye cherubim, And seraphim, To sing His praise. Thou moon, that rul'st the night, To Him your homage pay. His praise declare, Ye worlds above, And clouds that move, In liquid air. Let all adore the Lord, And praise His holy name, At whose almighty word, They all from nothing came; From changes free, Let earth her tribute pay; Sing, creatures great and small, In air and land and sea, And man above them all. From every shore, Let old and young, And ye, His chosen race, Ye more than all beside, Who know and share His grace, O spread it far and wide. His love proclaim, Till all around, Shall catch the sound, And seek the same. PSALM CXLIX. O PRAISE ye the Lord, With heart and with voice; His mercies record, And round Him rejoice. Ye children of Zion, Your Saviour adore! Repose on His arm, Ye sheep of His fold. Go on in His might, Ye men of the Lord : His promise your sword. PSALM CL. (FIRST VERSION) PRAISE the Lord, His glories show. Saints within His courts below, Angels around His throne above: Praise Him, all that share His love. Earth, to heaven exalt the strain, Praise the Lord; His goodness trace ! All that He hath borne and done, PSALM CL. (SECOND VERSION) O PRAISE the Lord in that blest place, Praise Him for all the mighty acts, His kindness this return exacts, With which our praise should equal run. Let all that vital breath enjoy, The breath He doth to them afford; In just returns of praise employ ; Let every creature praise the Lord. Praise God from whom all blessings flow; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost! THE BATTLE OF SALAMANCA THE Battle of Salamanca, it will be remembered, was fought by the armies of Great Britain, Portugal, and Spain, under the command of the Marquis of Wellington, against the French, on July 22, 1812. It is evident that the young poet's soul must have been deeply stirred by the struggle, and his admiration for the noble Marquis was unbounded. The poem, which was written soon after the memorable battle took place, is dedicated to the most noble the Marquis of Wellesley' in lines of great strength and beauty. The reader cannot fail to see in the dedication unmistakable evidence of the author's characteristic humility. Both the dedication and the introduction are of special value in preparing the reader's mind for the mighty unfolding of thought which follows with such musical charm. 'The Battle of Salamanca' was one of his prize poems during his Trinity College career, and affords posterity a good idea of his remarkable attainments and powers at this early period. DEDICATION TO THE MOST NOBLE THE MARQUIS OF WELLESLEY AN unfledged bard, who just had broke A modern rapture seemed to wake, With scowling eye and muttering tongue, 340 For, rushing on with epic aim, He grasped Britannia's lists of fame, Which, thus enrapt, he meant to raise : When Fancy's youthful hand had spread That ever bloomed in Tempe's bowers, The voice of truth might still declare For in his warm and generous mind That mortals seemed on him to gaze And could not reason, could not shame I own my folly, own my crimes; I |