94 The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear; They shook the depths of the desert gloom Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white wave's foam; And the rocking pines of the forest roaredThis was their welcome home! There were men with hoary hair There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth; There was manhood's brow serenely high, What sought they thus afar?— Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?— They sought a faith's pure shrine! The Palm-Tree. Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trode; They have left unstained what there they found- 95 THE PALM-TREE. T waved not through an Eastern sky, IT It was not fanned by southern breeze But fair the exiled palm-tree grew Strange looked it there! The willow streamed The lime-bough lured the honey-bee To murmur by the desert's tree, And showers of snowy roses made There came an eve of festal hours Rich music filled that garden's bowers; 96 The Palm-Tree. Lamps, that from flowering branches hung, And bright forms glanced—a fairy show- But one, a lone one, midst the throng, And slowly, sadly, moved his plumes, To him, to him its rustling spoke- Ay, to his ear that native tone Had something of the sea-wave's moan! His mother's cabin-home, that lay Bernardo del Carpio. Oh! scorn him not! The strength whereby Th' unconquerable power which fills The freeman battling on his hills, These have one fountain deep and clear The same whence gushed that childlike tear! 97 BERNARDO DEL CARPIO. HE warrior bowed his crested head, and tamed his heart of fire, THE And sued the haughty king to free his long-imprisoned sire : “I bring thee here my fortress keys, I bring my captive train, I pledge thee faith, my liege, my lord!-oh, break my 'father's chain !" 66 'Rise, rise! even now thy father comes, a ransomed man this day: Mount thy good horse, and thou and I will meet him on his way." Then lightly rose that loyal son, and bounded on his steed, And urged, as if with lance in rest, the charger's foamy speed. And lo! from far, as on they pressed, there came a glittering band, With one that midst them stately rode, as a leader in the land; G ୭୫ Bernardo del Carpio. "Now haste, Bernardo, haste! for there, in very truth, is he, The father whom thy faithful heart hath yearned so long to see. His dark eye flashed, his proud breast heaved, his cheek's blood came and went; He reached that grey-haired chieftain's side, and there, dismounting, bent; A lowly knee to earth he bent, his father's hand he took,— What was there in its touch that all his fiery spirit shook? That hand was cold-a frozen thing-it dropped from his like lead: He looked up to the face above-the face was, of the dead! A plume waved o'er the noble brow-the brow was fixed and white; He met at last his father's eyes—but in them was no sight ! Up from the ground he sprang, and gazed, but who could paint that gaze? They hushed their very hearts, that saw its horror and amaze; They might have chained him, as before that stony form he stood, For the power was stricken from his arm, and from his lip the blood. "Father!" at length he murmured low, and wept like childhood then Talk not of grief till thou hast seen the tears of warlike men! He thought on all his glorious hopes, and all his young He flung the falchion from his side, and in the dust sat down. |