THE CONQUEST OF FINLAND. Of England's battle-line. Still upward turned, with anxious strain, | A bark is sailing in the track The night waned slow at last, a glow, They set their faces to the blast, They trod the eternal snow, No wares hath she to barter But still by isle or mainland She drops her anchor down, Rained fire on tower and town. 213 And faint, worn, bleeding, hailed at last "God bless her," said the coast-guard, — The promised land below. Behind, they saw the snow-cloud tossed They left the Winter at their backs Strong leader of that mountain band, To break from Slavery's desert land The winds are wild, the way is drear, Rise up, FREMONT ! and go before; "God bless the ship, I say. "Where'er she drops her anchor, "Each wasted town and hamlet She visits to restore; And feed the starving poor. "The sunken boats of fishers, The foraged beeves and grain, Then said the gray old Amtman, THE CONQUEST OF FINLAND.65 "We braved the iron tempest ACROSS the frozen marshes The winds of autumn blow, That thundered on our shore; "No more from Aland's ramparts Shall warning signal come, "I clothe your hands with power to lift Evermore numbered with the truly free The curse from off your soil; Who find thy service perfect liberty! Methinks, my ample beaver's shade May serve my turn as well. Let Love's and Friendship's tender debt Why should the stranger peer and pry Why stuff, for fools to gaze upon, Let kindly Silence close again, Yet not the less I own your claim Hang, if it please you so, my name Let Fame from brazen lips blow wide Still shall that name as now recall The glory where the sunbeams fall The breezy woodlands through. That name shall be a household word, And thou, dear child, in riper days When asked the reason of thy name, Shalt answer : "One 't were vain to praise Or censure bore the same. "In him the grave and playful mixed, And wisdom held with folly truce, And Nature compromised betwixt Good fellow and recluse. "He loved his friends, forgave his foes; And, if his words were harsh at times, He spared his fellow-men, his blows Fell only on their crimes. "He loved the good and wise, but found "Whate'er his neighbors might endure Of pain or grief his own became ; For all the ills he could not cure He held himself to blame. "His good was mainly an intent, His evil not of forethought done; The work he wrought was rarely meant Or finished as begun. "Ill served his tides of feeling strong To turn the common mills of use; And, over restless wings of song, His birthright garb hung loose! "His eye was beauty's powerless slave, And his the ear which discord pains: Few guessed beneath his aspect grave What passions strove in chains. "He had his share of care and pain, No holiday was life to him; Still in the heirloom cup we drain The bitter drop will swim. "Yet Heaven was kind, and here a bird And there a flower beguiled his way; And, cool, in summer noons, he heard The fountains plash and play. "On all his sad or restless moods The patient peace of Nature stole ; The quiet of the fields and woods Sank deep into his soul. "He worshipped as his fathers did, "The simple tastes, the kindly traits, The tranquil air, and gentle speech, |