See, see! the red light shines! 'Tis the glare of his awful eyes! And the storm-wind shouts through the pines Of Alps and of Apennines, Enceladus, arise !" THE CUMBERLAND. Ar anchor in Hampton Roads we lay, Or a bugle blast From the camp on the shore. Then far away to the south uprose A little feather of snow-white smoke, And we knew that the iron ship of our foes Was steadily steering its course To try the force Of our ribs of oak. Down upon us heavily runs, Silent and sullen, the floating fort; Then comes a puff of smoke from her guns, And leaps the terrible death, With fiery breath, From each open port. We are not idle, but send her straight Of the monster's hide. "Strike your flag !" the rebel cries, With the cheers of our men. Then, like a kraken huge and black She crushed our ribs in her iron grasp ! Down went the Cumberland all a wrack, With a sudden shudder of death, And the cannon's breath For her dying gasp. I hear the wind among the trees And over me unrolls on high Towards yonder cloud-land in the West, Its craggy summits white with drifts. Blow, winds and waft through all the rooms The snow-flakes of the cherry-blooms! O Life and Love! O happy throng 1860. SOMETHING LEFT UNDONE. LABOUR with what zeal we will, Waits, and will not go away; By the cares of yesterday Each to-day is heavier made; Till at length the burden seems Greater than our strength can bear; And we stand from day to day, On their shoulders held the sky. |