Rise up, FREMONT ! and A LAY OF OLD TIME. go before; The Hour must have its Man; Put on the hunting-shirt once more, And lead in Freedom's van! 8th mo., 1856. THE CONQUEST OF FINLAND,65 ACROSS the frozen marshes The winds of autumn blow, But where the low, gray headlands No wares hath she to barter But still by isle or main-land She drops her anchor down, Where'er the British cannon Rained fire on tower and town. Outspake the ancient Amtman, "Godbless her," said the coast-guard,- "Where'er she drops her anchor, "Each wasted town and hamlet "The sunken boats of fishers, "And so to Finland's sorrow Then said the gray old Amtman, "We braved the iron tempest That thundered on our shore: But when did kindness fail to find The key to Finland's door? "No more from Aland's ramparts "Beside our fierce Black Eagle "For Finland, looking seaward, Shall ring, Good-will to man!' "Then row thy boat, O fisher! 259 In peace on lake and bay; "Sit down, old men, together, A LAY OF OLD TIME. WRITTEN FOR THE ESSEX COUNTY AGRICULTURAL FAIR. ONE morning of the first sad Fall, Poor Adam and his bride Sat in the shade of Eden's wallBut on the outer side. She, blushing in her fig-leaf suit For the chaste garb of old; |