Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1853-05-04

ste 10 Dr. >. u. Howe. An affecting IhcIuent,
which hitherto has been known only TO those iaNIl-
Jar with his romantic life, and which his modesty
Soald conceal, now takes its place IN immortal
story:
The Hero.
BY JOHN C. WHITTIER.
tsOh! for knight like Bayard,
Without reproach or fear,
NV light glove ON bis casque of steel,
Nv love knot On his spear!
OH for the white plume floating
Sad Zuphen's field above
The lion heart in battle,
The woman's heart in love!
Oh! that man once more were manly,
Woman's pride, aud not her seorn;
That ouce more the pale young mother
Dared 10 boast "a man Is born!'
But now life's sumberous current
No sun how'd cascade wakes;
No tall, heroic manhood
The level dullneFs breaks.
Oh! fora knight like Bayard,
Without reproach OF fear!
NV light glove on his casque oisteel,
My love-knot on has spear!''
Then said, my own heart throhbing
TO The time her proud pulse beat,
t'lIle hath It's regal nalmes yet
True, tender, brave, and sweet!
Smile not fair unbeliever!
Que man, at least, know,
Who might wear the crest Of Bayard,
Or Sidney's plume Of snow,
Once, when over purple mountains
Died away The Grecan sun,
Andthe far Cyenian ranges
Paled and darkened, one by one
Fell the Turk, bolt of thunder,
Cleaving all the quiet sky,
And against his sharp Steel lighlnings
Stood the Suliote but to die.
Woe for The weak and hating!
The Crescent blazed behind
euryng line Of sabres,
Like fire before the winn
Last TO fly and first to rally,
Rode he of whom | speak,
When, grooming, in his bride path
Sunk down wounded Greek.
With the rich Albanian costume,
Wet with many CHASTITY stain.
Gazing on earth and sky as one
Who might not gaze again
He looked forward to the mountains,
Back on foes that never spare,
Then flung him from his saddle,
And placed the stranger there.
allah! hut Through flashing sabres,
Through a stormy hail Of lead,
The good Thessalan charger
Up the slopes Of olives sped.
Hot spurred the turhaned riders;
He ALMOST felt their breath,
Where mountain stream rolled dalkly down
Between the hills and death.
One brave and manlul struggle
He gained The solid land,
Aud the cover Of the mountains
And the carbines of his band!"
'fll was very great and noble,''
Said the moist eyed stner then,
"But one brave deed makes no hero;
Tell me what he since hath beeni'
"Still brave and generous manhood,s
Still an honor without stain,
In the prison cell Of Speilburg,
BY the barricades Of Seine.
But dream not helm and harness
Sole sign OF valOr uue;
Peace hath higher tests Of manhood
Than battle ever Knew
Woud'st know him now?' Behold him.
The Cadmus Of the blind,
Giving the dumb lip language,
he idiot clay mind.
Walking his round Of duty
Sereuely day by day,
With the strong mans hand of labor
And chlldhood's heart of play
True as the knight of story,
Sir Lancelot and his peers,
Brave in his calm endurance
As they in tilt Of spears.
As waves in stes waters,
. As stars in monday skies,
All that wakes 10 nobler action
In his noon Of calInness lies
Wherever outraged Nature
Asks word or action brave,
Wherever struggles Labor,
Wherever groans slave
Wherever rise the people,
Wherever sinks throne,
The lhroLbing heart of Freedom finds
An answer in his own.
Knights Of better era,
Without reproach or feaF!
Said not well that Bavards
And Sidneys still are herel''