The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1846-01-24

And on the stormy SEA
Tue is the dreams beginning,
so may its ending be-
~ saw in the naked forest,
Our scattered remnant cast,
A screen ofshivering branches
Between them aud the blast;
The snow was falling round them,
The dying fell as lasr
looked TO see them perish,
When 10, the vision passed,
again mine eyes were opened,
The feeble Ind wlxcd strong;
The babes had grown to sturdy mon,
TIE remllnt WIS n tlrong;
BY shadow al lake mud winding strolm,
Aud all tho shores along,
TIE bowling demons suai"d to hear
The Christians gJlly song.
"They slept--.he village fathers
BY river, lake and shore,
When far adown the steep of Tina
The vision rose once more;
I saw along the winter snow
y spectral column pour,
And high above their broken ranks,
n uttered flag they bore.
"Thcir Leader rode before them,
Ofbearing cnlm and high;
The light Of Heavens own kindling,
Throncd in his awful eye;
These We're Il Nations champions,
Her dread appeal to try;
God for the right lhtered,
And 10, the train passed by.
"Once mOrc-the strife was ended,
The solemn issue tried:
The Lord of Hosts, his mighty arm,
Had help our lsranl's side;
Grey stone and grassy hillock.
Tod where her martyrs died,
Aud peace was in the borders
OF Nictory's chosen bride.
"a crash-as when some swollen cloud
Cracks DER the tangled trees!
With sda to side and spar to spar,
Whose smoking decks are these:
l know Saint Georges blood-red cross,
Thou Mistress ofthe seas,
Bat what is she, whose streaming bars
Roll ont before the breeze?
"Ah, well her iron ribs are knit,
Whose thunderS strive to quell
The believing throats, the blazing lips
That pealed the Armada's knell!
Tho mist was cleared wreath of stars
Rose DER thu Grim 'oned swell,
And waycring from its naughty peak,
The cross OF England fell!
40 trembling faith though dark the morl
A heavenly torch is thine;
While feebler races melt away,
And paler orls decline,
Still shall the fiery pillars ray
Along thy pathway shine,
To light the chosen tribe that sought
This Western Palestine
81 see the living tide roll on
1t crowns with flaming towers
The icy capes of Labrador,
The Spaniard's land of fowcrsr
1t streams beyond the splintered ridge
That parts the Northern showers,
From Eastern rock to sunset wave
The Continent is ours"
He ceasod-the grim old Puritan
Then softly bent TO cheer
The pilgrim child, whose wasting face
Was meekly turned to hear;
And drew his tOl-worn sleeve across,
10 DTuSn tIfr ildHly tedT,
From cheeks that never changed in wo,
And never blanched in fear.
The weary pilgrim slumbers,
His resting place unknown;
His hands were crossed, his lids were closed
The dust was DER him strown;
The drifting soil, the Wondering leaf
Along the sod were blown,
His mound has melted into earth;
, His memory lives alone.
So let it live unflding,
The memory of the dead,
Long as the pale anemone
Springs where their tears were shed,
Or raining in the summers wind
In fakes of burning red,
The wild rose sprinkles with its leaves
The turf where once they bled!
Yen, when the frowning bulwarks
That guard this holy strand,
Have sunk beneath the trampling surge
In beds of sparkling sand, fE
While in the waste ofocean
One hoary rock shall stand, var
BE this its latest legend
HERE WAS THE PHoRIM's LAND.