And still he blew a louder blast, "Come, Gelert, thou wert ne'er the last, "O! where does faithful Gelert roam, The flower of all his race? So true, so brave, a lamb at home, In sooth he was a peerless hound, But now, no Gelert could be found, And now, as o'er the rocks and dells The gallant chidings rise, All Snowdon's craggy chaos yells The many mingled cries. That day Lewellyn little loved The chase of hart or hare, And scant and small the booty proved,For Gelert was not there. Unpleased, Lewellyn homeward hied; When, near the portal seat, But when he gained his castle door, The hound all o'er was smeared with gore, His lips, his fangs ran blood. Lewellyn gazed with fierce surprise, Unused such looks to meet; His favorite checked his joyful guise, And crouched and licked his feet, Onward in haste Lewellyn pass'd, And still where'er his eyes he cast, He called his child,-no voice replied; Blood, blood, he found on every side, "Hell-hound! my child's by thee devoured," The frantic father cried, And to the hilt his vengeful sword His suppliant looks, as prone he fell, No pity could impart, But still his Gelert's dying yell Passed heavy o'er his heart. Aroused by Gelert's dying yell, Concealed beneath a tumbled heap, All glowing from his rosy sleep, The cherub boy he kissed. No wound had he, nor harm, nor dread; But the same couch beneath, Lay a gaunt wolf, all torn and dead, Tremendous still in death. Ah, what was then Lewellyn's pain? His gallant hound the wolf had slain, [Spencer. THE MU M M Y. And thou hast walked about (how strange a story!) Speak! for thou long enough hast acted dummy, Not like thin ghosts or disembodied creatures, Tell us,—for doubtless thou canst recollect, To whom should we assign the sphynx's fame? or Cephrenes architect Was Cheops Of either pyramid that bears his name? Perhaps thou wert a Mason, and forbidden By oath to tell the mysteries of thy trade, Then say what secret melody was hidden In Memnon's statue, which at sunrise played? Perhaps thou wert a priest,-if so, my struggles Are vain;-Egyptian priests ne'er owned their juggles. 11 Perchance that very hand, now pinioned flat, Or doffed thine own to let Queen Dido pass, I need not ask thee if that hand, when armed, Ere Romulus and Remus had been suckled : Antiquity appears to have begun Long after thy primeval race was run. Since first thy form was in this box extended, We have, above ground, seen some strange mutations; The Roman empire has begun and ended; New worlds have risen,-we have lost old nations, And countless kings have into dust been humbled, While not a fragment of thy flesh has crumbled. Didst thou not hear the pother o'er thy head And shook the pyramids with fear and wonder, If the tomb's secrets may not be confessed, A heart has throbbed beneath that leathern breast, Have children climbed those knees, and kissed that face? What was thy name and station, age and race? Statue of flesh,-immortal of the dead! Imperishable type of evanescence! Posthumous man, who quitt'st thy narrow bed, When the great trump shall thrill thee with its warning. THE AMERICAN FLAG. WHEN Freedom, from her mountain height, She tore the azure robe of night, Majestic monarch of the cloud! Who rearest aloft thy regal form, When stride the warriors of the storm, [Smith. |