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Into a hunter's hut that eve
There came an Indian chief; O'er all his frame was weariness,
And on his face was grief. Mocassins, dress, and dancing plume,
Were weather-soiled and rent, Broken were both his bow and spear,
And all his arrows spent.
Faint and imploring was his speech;
He knew the white man's hand
Still wasting from the land.
Of water from the well,
That from his table fell.
When many years had flown away,
That hunter of the hill
The deer and fowl to kill.
The deer were shy and fleet,
When they heard the hunter's feet.
No food was in that desert place,
Nor crystal rivulet
Or his hot brow to wet.
Burned feebly in his breast,
His ill-used Indian guest !
Who shared his forest-food with him,
His cup of water shared,
For whom his heart most cared.
“ When thou wast stern to me, And I have had my vengeance now; White man! farewell to thee !"
Adapted from M'LELLAN; LAY OF THE BRAVE MAN..
On mountain summits melts the snow;
A thousand torrents swell the fall ; A lake o’erwhelms the vale below;
A mighty stream receives them all. High roll'd the waves and onward bore The floating blocks of ice before.
On arches strong and massive piers,
A noble bridge above the flood,
And in the midst the tollhouse stood : There dwelt the tollman with child and wife, “Oh! tollman, tollman, arise for thy life !”
Hollow and loud the tempest rang,
Loud roared the winds and waves about, Up to the roof the tollman sprang,
And looked upon the tumult out: “ I'm lost ! I'm lost! no safety I see, Oh! Heaven in its mercy have mercy on me!”
Clod after clod, the solid bank,
Rolled in the waves from each torn shore;
Pillar and arch together bore;
Stone after stone at each loose end,
The foaming torrent tears away; Pier after pier begins to bend;
Arch after arch to lose its stay; The ruin approaches the centre near : “O merciful Heaven in mercy give ear !”
High on the farther border stands
A crowd of gazers large and small; And each one cries, or wrings his hands,
But none durst venture of them all. The pale tollman still with wife and child Out shouted for safety the tempest wild.
Then galloped a Count amidst the band,
A noble Count on charger strong What held the Count forth in his hand ?
It was a purse both full and long“ Two hundred pistoles shall be counted to-day To him who will bring them in safety away!”
Who then that heard stept forth to save ?
Say, noble song, if say you can !
But yet I know a braver man!
“Tollman bear up! thy heart be cheered !"
High held the Count the golden prize; But each one heard and each one feared:
Of thousands there, not one replies. In vain the tollman with wife and child Out shouted for safety the tempest wild !
See !-plain and honest on his way,
A peasant man was passing by,
Of noble mien and cheerful eye:
Then swiftly in God's name he sprang
Into a boat, and bravely steered,
Until the pier he safely neared ;
Thrice then his little bark he steered,
Where whirlpool tossed and billows raved :
Until at last he all had saved ;
“ Here” cried the Count, “my noble friend,
Here in this purse the gold you'll find.”
Doubtless the Count had a noble mind, -
“My life shall not for wealth be sold,
Poor though I am, I've enough to eat;
For he has lost both goods and meat;"
From the German of Burger. LORD WILLIAM AND EDMUND.
No eye beheld when William plunged
Young Edmund in the stream;
Young Edmund's drowning scream.
Submissive all the vassals owned
The murderer for their Lord :
The house of Erlingford.
But never could Lord William dare
To gaze on Severn's stream:
He heard young Edmund scream !
In vain at midnight's silent hour,
Sleep closed the murderer's eyes; In every dream, the murderer saw
Young Edmund's form arise !
Each hour was tedious-long, yet swift
Twelve months appeared to roll; And now the day returned, that shook
With terror William's soul.
A fearful day was that! the rains
Fell fast, with tempest roar,
Far on the level shore.
Reluctant, now as night came on,
His lonely couch he pressed; And, wearied out, he sank to sleep,
To sleep-but not to rest.
When lo! the voice of loud alarm
His inmost soul appals" What ho! Lord William rise in haste !
The water saps the walls !”
He rose in haste, beneath the walls
He saw the flood appear : It hemmed him round-—'twas midnight now,
No human aid was near.
He heard a shout of joy ! for now
A boat approached the wall;
He sprang with joyous call.
Went light along the stream;
Like Edmund's dying seream.
“ I heard a child's distressful scream"
The boatman cried again;
“Oh, God! Lord William, dost thou know
How dreadful 'tis to die?
A child's expiring cry?”
“How horrible it is to sink
Beneath the chilly stream;
In vain for help to scream !”
The shriek again was heard, it came
More deep, more piercing loudThat instant, o'er the flood, the moon
Shone through a broken cloud;
And near them they beheld a child;
Upon a crag he stood,-
Was spread the rising flood.
“ Now reach thy hand,” the boatman cried,
“Lord William, reach and save;" The child stretched forth his little hands
To grasp the band he gave.
Then William shrieked ;- the hand he touched
Was cold, and damp, and dead ! He felt young Edmund in his arms,
A heavier weight than lead ! “For mercy help,” the murderer cried,
As he sank in the raging stream; He rose-he shrieked-no
human ear Heard William's drowning scream.