The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1878-08-03

But how false and fun guile
That world. which wore 50 son smile
But to betrayl
She, that had been HIS friend before,
NOW from the fated monarch tore
Her charms away.
The countless gins. the stately walls.
The royal palaces, and halls
All filed with gold;
Plate with armorial bearings wrought,
Chambers with ample treasures frarght.
0fwcalth untold:
The noble steeds and harness bright,
And gallant lord. and stalwart knight
In rich array,
Where shall We seek them nosr7 Alas.
Like the bright dewdrops on the grass.
They passed away.
His brother. too. whose factiOus zeal
Usurped the seeptTe OF CASTLE,
Unskilled TO reign;
What gay, brilliant court had he,
When all the flower Of chivalry
Was in his train2
But he was mortal; and the breath,
That famed from the hot forge OF Death.
Blasted his years:
Judgment OF God that fame by thee.
when raging fierce and fearfully.
Was quenched In tears!
spain's naughty Constable, the true
And gallant master, whom we knew
Most loved of all
Breathe not a whisper Of his pride.
He on the gloomy scaiiold died,
Ignoble falli
The countless treasures of his care,
His villages and villas fair,
His mighty power.
What were they all but grief and shame,
Tears and q broken heart, when came
The parting hour7
His other brothers, proud and high,
Masters. who. in prosperity,
Might rival kings
Who made the bravest and the best
The bondsmen Of their high behest,
Their nnderlings
What was their prosperous estate,
When high exalted and elata
With power and prideg
What but transient CLEAN Of light.
A flame. which. glaring at It's height,
Grew dim and died7
So many a duke OF royal name,
Marquis and count Of spotless fame,
And baron brave,
That might the sword OF empire WELD
All these, o Death, hast thou concealed
in The dark gravel
Their deeds of mercy and OF arms.
In peaceful days, or waF's alarms,
When thou dost show,
o Death. thy stern and angry face,
One stroke ofthy all-powerfnl mace
Can overthrow.
Unnumbered hosts that threaten nigh,
Pennon and standard Haunting high,
And flag displayed;
High battlements intrenched around,
Bastion, and moated wall, and mound,
And palisade.
And covered trench, seems aud deep.
All these cannot one victim keep,
o Death, from thee,
When thou dost battle in thy wrath,
And thy strong shafts pursue their path
Unerringly.
o World so few the years we live,
Would that the life which thou dOst give
Were life indeed
Alas thy sorrows fall so fast
Our happiest hour Is when at last
The soul is freed.
Our days ore covered DER with grief.
And sorrows neither few nor brief
Ven all in gloom;
Left desolate ofreal good,
Within this cherries solitude,
No Measures hloom
Thy pilgrimage begins in tears,
And ends in bitter doubts and fears
Or dark despair
Midway so many tolls appear,
That he who fingers Longest here
Knows most Of care
Thy goods are bought with many groan,
BY the hot sweat of toll alone.
And weary hearts;
Fleet-iooted is the approach Of woe
But with lingering step and slow
Its form departs.
And he, the good mans shield and shade,
To whom all hearts their homage paid,
AS Virtues son,
Roderic Manrique, he whose name
Is written on the scroll Of Fame,
SPANS champion;
His signal deeds and proves high
Demand no pompous eulogy,
We saw his deedsi
Why should their praise in verse be sung?
The name that dwells on every tongue,
No minstrel needs.
To friends q friend; how kind to all
The vasSals Of this ancient hall
And feudal fiefI
To foes how stern foe was he
To the valiant and free
How brave chief
What prudence with the cid and wise;
What grace in youthful gayetieS;
In all how sage!
Benignant TO the serfand slave,
lie showed the base and falsely brave
lions rage.
His was octavian's prosperous star,
The rush of Caesars conquering car
Al battles CALL
His, scipio's virtue: his, the skill
And the indomnitable viii
OF Hannibal
His was a TraIan's goodness, his
a Titus noble charities
And righteous laws;
The arm of Hector, and the might
or Tully, to maintain the right
In truths just cause;
The elemency Of Antonine,
Aurelius countenanes divine,
Firm, gentle still:
The eloquenee Of Adrian.
And TheOdosius love to man,
And generous will;
In tented field and bloody fray.
An Alexanders vigorous sway
And stern command
The faith Of Constantine; ny, more,
The feryent love Camillus bore
His native land.
He LEFT no well-flled treasury,
He heaped no pile of riches high,
Nor massive plate;
lie fought the Moors, and, in their fall.
City and tower and castled wall
We're his estate.
Upon the hard-fought battle-ground,
Brave steeds and gallant riders found
A common grave;
And there the warriors hand did gain
The rents, and the long vGssal train,
That conquest gave.
And II. Of old, his halls displayed
The honored and exalted grade
His worth had gained,
So, In the dark, disastrous hour
Brothers and bondsmen Of his power
His hand sustained.
After high deeds, not left untold
In the stern warfare which of old
Twas his 10 share,
Such noble leagues he made, that more
And fairer regions, than before,
His geurdon were.
These are the records, halfefIaced,
Which, with the hand Of youth, he traced