New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1846-04-01
TIE LOST LEADER

JusT for handful OF silver be left us,
- Just for ribbard 20 stick in his coat
Cor the enc elf, of which fortune bereft US,
Lost all the others she lets Us devote;
They, with the gold TO give do!sd him out silver,
so much was theirs who so little allowed
How all our copper had gone for bis service
Rass-were they purple his heart had been proud
We that had loved him go. followed him, IGNORED him
Lived in his mild and magnificent eye,
Learned his great language caught his cesr accents.
Made him our pattern 20 live and to die
Shakespeare was of US, Milton wss for US graves
BurnG Shelley. were with us-they watch from their
BE alone breaks from the van and the treemen,
He alone sinks 10 the rear and the slaves
We shall march prospering-not through his presence
Deeds will he doae-whiis be boasts his quicscence.
Still bidding crouch whom the rest babe aspire:
Bio, out his name. then-record one lost soul more,
One task unacccpted one footpath untrod.
One more devils triumph and sorrow TO angels
One wrong more 20 man. more insuli To God
Lies night begins let him never come back to US
There would be doubt hesitation and pain.
Forced praise on our part-the s!immer Of twilight
Never glad confident morning again
Best fight well. for We taught hrn-come CALAMITY,
Strike our face hard we shatter his own;
- Thenlet him get the new knowledge and wait Us,
Bard oned in Heaven, tho first by the throne
aHssV THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FRoa
CLIENT TO AIX."-Q6-)
SPRING to the strrup and Jors. and He;
sallops>d. Dlrck galoped, we gsiloped all Three;
Good speed ! cried the watch, as the saieboits un.
drew
"speed.w echoed the wall to US gallopins through
Behind shut the postsrn. the lights sank 10 res,
And into the midnight We galioped abreast
No. word To each other; We kept the great pace
Neck by neck. stride for stride, never changing our
place
turned in my saddle aud made its girths tight,
Then shortened each strrup and set the pique right,
Rebucked the cheek strap. chained Stacker the biz
Nor gelloped less steadily Roland whit
IT was moonset at starting; bu. while We drew near
Lokeren the cocks snd twiiigh; dawned clear;
At Boom. great yellow star came out to see:
At Dutield / was morning as plain as could be;
And from Mecheln church-steeple We heard the half
chime,
So Jors broke silence with, Yet there ia time -
At Aerschot, up leaped of sudden the sun.
And against him the cattle stood black every one.
To stare through the mist at us galioping past,
And saw my stout galloper Roland at last
With resoute shoulders each butting away
The haze as some bluff river headlsnd its spray
And his low head and crest just sharp ear bent
back
For nv voice and the other pricked mis- track
And one eyes black inteigsnce-ever that glance
Ger its white edge me, his own master. askance
And thick heaVy spuine makes WHICH ana anon
His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on,
Fly Bssselt Dirck groaned and cried Joris, Stay
spur
Your Roos galoped Jravely the fault 3 not in her
1--WE II remember at Aix"-for one heard the quick
wheeze
OF her chest saw the stretched neck and staggering
And sunk tail and horrible heave OF the flank
AS down on her launches she shuddered and sank.
So left were VIC sslloping, JoTs and !,
Past Looz aud past Tongres, no cloud ir the sky
The broad sun above laughed pitiless laugh
Meath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like
chat:
Till over by Dahem dome-spire sprang white,
And "Gallop, gasped Joria, for AK is In sight !
% How thew II greet as''-and all in moment his roam
Rolled neck and Group over, lag dead as a stone;
And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight
Ofthe which alone could save AK from ner tate
With his nos ris like pits full OF blood to the brtm,
And with circle. of red for his eyesockeu' rim.
Then cast loose my bufcoat, each holster let fall
shook off both my jack. boots let go belt and all,
Stood I'D in the stirrup, leaned patted his ear
Called my Roland his petnamemy horse without peer;
Chopped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad
good,
Till at length into AK Roland galoped and stood.
And all remember is friends focking round
As safe with his head twxt my knees on the ground,
And no voice but praisDg this Roland OF mine,
As poured down his throat our last measure OF wine,
Which uhe burgesses voted by common consenD
WAS no more than his due who brought good news
from Client.
Even Shakespeare never made horse gallop
better
These poems will afford some idea of Browning's
compass Of his delicate shea.hs Of meaning within
meaning which must be opened slowly petal by
petal. as we seek the heart Of a flower. and the
soirit.like distant breathings of his ue, familiar
with the secrets of shores distant and enchanted
sense can only be gained By reading him great
deal, and we wish that the Bells and Pomegran-
ates," at least may be brought within the reach of
those American readers who have time and soul to
wait and listen for such. X