A LAY OF OLD TIME. Rise up, FREMONT! and 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, And the fen-lands of the Wetter Are white with early snow. 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, No coming foe shall scan; And the holy bells of Abo Shall ring, Good-will to man!' 259 "Then row thy boat, O fisher! "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; WHAT OF THE DAY? A SOUND of tumult troubles all the air, Like the low thunders of a sultry sky Far-rolling ere the downright lightnings glare; The hills blaze red with warnings; foes draw nigh, Treading the dark with challenge and reply. Behold the burden of the prophet's vision, The gathering hosts, the Valley of Decision, Dusk with the wings of eagles wheeling o'er. Day of the Lord, of darkness and not light! It breaks in thunder and the whirlwind's roar ! Even so, Father! Let thy will be done, Turn and o'erturn, end what thou hast begun In judgment or in mercy: as for me, Has reached the hour (albeit through When Good and Evil, as for final strife, Close dim and vast on Armageddon's plain : And Michael and his angels once again Drive howling back the Spirits of the Night. O for the faith to read the signs aright And, from the angle of thy perfect sight, See Truth's white banner floating on before; |