Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1863-05-04
Written for the Worcester Daily Spy.
Legendary Heroes of the Nations.
By CAROLINE F. oRNE.

Where the shadow densely falls
In kronburgh's ancient castle walls,
In the subterIanean gloom
OF the walled and guarded room,
Through centuries of unbroken night,
In steel and iron harness dight,
To conflict still prepared to spring,
Sleeps Uoger Dauske, Denmark's kiIC.
Waiting for the first alarm,
His head rests on his stalwart arm;
Fast,to the marble table grown
Is his beard, so long unsh0rn.
Let danger threaten Denmark'S skies,
Let the hour OF peril rise
Chains Of slumber he will break,
Holger Dauske will awake.
Denmark's hero in the fight
Such astounding blows shall smite
That their force terrific hurled
Shall alright the startled world.
Dcnmark's foes shall faint away
Before the terrors of that day.
Where the ancient darkness broods
In deep and awful soiitudes,
In hyfhauser mountains bound
In charmed sleep profound
Frederic BarbaroSsa waits
The hour appointed by the Fates.
On the marble table nigh
Jewels of the empire lie.
Slow moving ages come and go;
Sill his tery beard doth grow;
lis strong right hand sill grasps the sword,
" al!lng for the batleW0rd,
Waiting tor the peril hour
over Germany 10 lower
Trumpet tones shall shake the deep,
Rouse the hero from his sleep;
The brave, the peerless shall arise
To meet his peoples longing eyes;
And his arm with powerful blows
shall strike down his covering loes;
On his brow tile llingly crown
Again to conquest aud renOwn,
Armed battaia leading forth,
lie shall shake the trembling earth,
And old Germany once more
Hold her naughty reign Of yore.
When the SIiramamoin
Brought against devoted Spain
4 mighty, msbelieying host
From burning Afric's hated coast,
Then the Cid CampeadOr
Heard the sounds ofcoming war.
Spain to rescue from her foes
From the tomb's long sleep lie rose,
AT dead OF night mighty sound
Shook Leon to her utmost bound;
a mighty sound of awe and dread
Like Il hammered army's tread.
On 1t surged, advancing straight
To San lsldio's royal gate
On the priests late vigis broke
a fe 'rIul summons, stroke on stroke;
And voice or awful tone
Echoed through the arches lone
king Don Fernando, from the earth
Cid Ruy Dias calls thee forth;
Wlsh Count Gonzales doth lie wait
AT the monastery gate.
ARISE. Fernando! and again
Go with US to deliver Spain.r
The king arose fl ON out the tomb
And passed into the midnight gloom;
With the Cid Campeador
lie led the armed hosts TO war
AtNavas de IolOsa they
Fought the great battle on that day,
hon OF the miSbelieyers slain
Were sixty thousand; then had Spain
nober victory than before
as ever won against the Moor.
Long, long did Britain look i'll vain
For royal Arthur; him whose train
Made glorious all her former years
from Inc round table, overthrOwn,
It. valiant knight forever gone,
There comes spell OF subtle force.
Scarce lost i'll times revolving course.
A spell the youthful heart to wake
10 deeds of daring; bid it take
From the warm ashes of that urn
I spark whence lottier flames shall burn.
For royal Arthur's kingly reign
Long, long may Britain look in vain.
Held fast by Merlin's awful spell
His dread abode may no man tell,
lie bideth his appointed time
Through centuries slow march sublime
an nations have their heroes; we
Hear their traditions reVerently.
For through them well is understood
Humanity's close brotherhood.
Mans possible we joy TO trace
In those diYiner than their race.
Who glory in their worthy sires
Must catch some glow of noble fires.
Billiards indeed who do not feel
Some kidding OF their ferVent zeal!
Leave the old world her hero baud
We match them in our younger land,
Nor may they show loftier name
III ali their ranks than we can claim.
Our hero sleeps no charmed sleep;
Bound in a siumber long and deep
We vail him not bis presence grand
Fills the wide borders of our land.
Nor can we to that presence be
Blind traitors No; to be more free
A larger, wOTthier holier aim
EXalts our heart through that great name.
Thy Holger Dauske Norway, keep!
Let Frederic Barbarossa sleep
For Germany; and let proud Spain
Her Cid Campeador retain;
Britain her Arthur have; we will
Have one more grand. more kingly still;
Ona whom their hands united crown
OF great the greatest Washington