Delaware inquirer. (Wilmington, Del.) 1859-18??, 1859-06-25
Original Poetry.

BY IAMRs MONTGOMERY.
CONCLUDED.
PART Ill.
tl.on the Minhos waves the winds are steep
ing,
ybo sonpless nightingale is sadly mute.
And ~, the banks Zincali maids are weeping
In bitter tears, mad sorrows fearful irut'
Fronz,d mon are on the distant hili-s'o
waillng,
with dreadful curses mingled with 'he'
tears,
Around. above. the moon the stars are palini
And jasi a shadow c'er their hopes an'
fears.
The breathless breezes cease their sullen sign
ing
Along the marginof Bembibre'a hilii
And o,er the scene--save some young OWE
dying. -,
Mature, with ev'ry thing, is hush'd and still
II.
within a sycamore's broad shade
A dark-eyed, weeping damsei safe
Her head was leaning on maid
who often signs Of fear betrayal
tsor she was OF an humber grade
Than she with whom was cast her fate.
Pbat suilen sorrow-sa grief,
Which enaws the soul to gain relief.
But finds Its efforts fruitless--vain,
Was preying on gentle heart.
That droop'd beneath the with'rins smart
on keen, excruciating pain.
She rose and wiped the tears away
That glitter'd on her pailid cheek
For she was not by nature weak.
But sometimes fierce as well as gay
And motloning around the friends
Which fortune Oft In sorrow sends,
Quite audible but half suppressed
She thus her followers addressed:
"zincaIi sons, our mournful meeting
Foreshadows death along the vale;
hundred hearts are wildly beating
70 give these Monks Calo's greeting,
And tell Of blood. horrid tale
Sharp blades, around, are brightly cleaning
Above the hearts that know no fear;
And busnel monks are softly dreaming
OF deeds that start the Calo's tear.
WHY dread ye men, their fearful numbers?
Why should ye fear-the hour Is nigh
Cautious steal around their slumbers,
And strike till oil the bushes die !
'qis will lead you--iet your yalor
Weld fierce your keen Toledo blade,
And WOO TO him whose cheek shall RalloF,
IT'LL ey'ry foe lies on the glade.
Let each Gitano proudly rally.
Firm and resolved in the decree,
That death shall lay him in the valley,
Or set his captive brother free
v.
The light from wild Papetas eye
AppeaY'd TO Illuminate each mind
Phe, waiIing oeased-the tears were dry.
And hushed was ev'ry swelling sigh,
But hope no longer hopeless pined.
Zach battle blade nero heln
Firm grasp'd, and sure, with steady hsnd,
And meath his vest bosom swell'd,
That knew no fear TO sword or brand.
Fierce frowns we're on their haggsrd brows ;
Low curses rent the midnight air,
And ever and anon their VOWS
We're vaguely mix'd with threats and pray'r.
papsts saw the needed pow'r
Was wrought by her magnetic speech
And then she felt the very hour
was close within her quiv'ring reach.
Firm with stern unalter'd voice
That sent thrill to ev'ry heart.
She gave to each his time and choice
To play TO life, his dreadful part.
vi
sullan murmur buzz'd along
Bembibre's valley, and the air,
6eem'd burthen'd with some deadly wrong,
That woke tn assembl'd spirits there.
The hour had come, when lurid light
Lit watch-Hres through the herbage green !;
And armed figures grim as night,
In little groups were gather'd seen.
A sound like rustling winds was heard,
When Boreas tunes his midnight blast !.
But ever and anon word.
Along the vale went whispering past.
What moment to the restless mind
Is that which some event precedes,
When all our strength and hope combined,
Pell-mell to desolation leads
"gts then the spirit half subdued,
Recoils from the events Of fate
Though courage in the track pursued,
The hero's fire will oft abate,
Until tn inspiring clarion rings
70 arms the noble and the brave;
When to the rampant valor springs,
80 court the onset and the grave.
VII.
Phe four had come Papeta rose
with iashing eye, and quiv'ring lip;
aAbove," she cried, fare mortal foes
Let ev'ry one his sabre grip,
For we shall deal, ere early dawn.
~. sao,,ir{ab Aanda n dandlv hlow.