"This is no time to fill the joyous cup, The Mammoth comes,-the foe,-the Monster Brandt,* With all his howling desolating band;— These eyes have seen their blade, and burning pine Awake at once, and silence half your land. Red is the cup they drink; but not with wine: Awake, and watch to-night! or see no morning shine XVII. Scorning to wield the hatchet for his bribe, To whom nor relative nor blood remains, XVIII. "But go and rouse your warriors ;-for, if right Go! seek the light its warlike beacons show; Whilst I in ambush wait, for vengeance, and the foe!" XIX Scarce had he uttered,-when heav'n's verge extreme Reverberates the bomb's descending star, * Brandt was the leader of those Mohawks, and other savages, who laid waste this part of Pennsylvania.-Vide the note at the end of the volumo. [scream, And sounds, that mingled laugh,-and shout,-and Then looked they to the hills, where fire o'erhung The bandit groups, in one Vesuvian glare ; Or swept, far seen, the tow'r, whose clock unrung, She faints, she falters not,-th' heroic fair, One short embrace-he clasped his dearest care— XXI. Then came of every race the mingled swarm, As warriors wheeled their culverins of brass, And in, the buskined hunters of the deer, 'To Albert's home, with shout and cymbal throng Roused by their warlike pomp, and mirth, and cheer; Old Outalissi woke his battle song, And, beating with his war-club cadence strong, Tells how his deep stung indignation smarts, And smile avenged ere yet his eagle spirit parts.— XXIII. Calm opposite the Christian father rose, He for his bleeding country prays to Heav'n,— Short time is now for gratulating speech; Thy country's flight, yon distant tow'rs to reach, With brow relaxed to love! And murmurs ran Nor wept, but as she bade her mother's grave adieu! XXV. Past was the flight, and welcome seemed the tow'r Defiance on the roving Indian pow'r. Beneath, each bold and promontory mound Wove like a diadem its tracery round The lofty summit of that mountain green; Here stood secure the group, and eyed a distant scene. XXVI. A scene of death! where fires beneath the sun, XXVII. But short that contemplation-sad and short The pause that bid each much-loved scene adieu! Where friendly swords were drawn, and banners flew ; XXVIII. And tranced in giddy horror Gertrude swooned; 66 Weep not, O Love!"--she cries, "to see me bleedThee, Gertrude's sad survivor, thee alone Heaven's peace commiserate; for scarce I heed [deed. These wounds;-Yet thee to leave is death, is death in XXIX. "Clasp me a little longer, on the brink Of fate! while I can feel thy dear caress; G And when this heart hath ceased to beat-oh! think, And let it mitigate thy wo's excess, That thou hast been to me all tenderness, And friend to more than human friendship just. And by the hopes of an immortal trust, God shall assuage thy pangs-when I am laid in dust! XXX. "Go, Henry, go not back, when I depart, The scene thy bursting tears too deep will move, In heaven; for ours was not like earthly love. No! I shall love thee still, when death itself is past. XXXI. "Half could I bear, methinks, to leave this earth, To clasp thy neck, and look, resembling me! Lord of my bosom's love! to die beholding thee !" XXXII. Hushed were his Gertrude's lips! but still their bland And beautiful expression seemed to melt With love that could not die! and still his hand She presses to the heart no more that felt. Ah heart! where once each fond affection dwelt, |