THE DEAD TRUMPETER. BY T. K. HERVEY. WAKE, soldier!-wake!-thy war-horse waits, To bear thee to the battle back ; Thou slumberest at a foeman's gates ;— Sleep, soldier!-sleep!-thy warfare o'er,- Thou need'st nor helm nor cuirass, now, Thy mother is not in thy dreams, Sleep, soldier !-let thy mother wait, Than did thy clarion, on the gale, When last-and far away-she heard its lingering echoes fail! CŒUR DE LION'S ADIEU TO PALESTINE. "It needed not many arguments to convince Richard of the truth of his situation; and, indeed, after the burst of passion, he sat him calmly down, and, with gloomy looks, head depressed, and arms folded on his bosom, listened to the archbishop's reasoning on the impossibility of his carrying on the crusade when deserted by his companions." The Talisman. 1. JERUSALEM!-for thee-for thee, -He was a God who wept of old, 2. Think not-to look on Syrian skies,— I bade mine ancient banner rise, And traversed earth, and braved the seas;-I have a realm as Eden fair, A thousand woods and streams are there. 306 CŒUR DE LION'S ADIEU TO PALESTINE. 3. Thou wert the lure!-could I forget That men and angels, earth and heaven, Where now the scorner's foot is set, In peace had walked, in vengeance striven! Could I forget thy first estate ! Could I forget thine after-fate! 4. I came-and there were with me fought And many were the swords they brought, 5. Oh, were the strength of yonder host 6. Adieu-adieu !-This is a dream No waking hour may render true; * Alluding to the Royal Standard. CŒUR DE LION'S ADIEU TO PALESTINE. 307 . Leader and vassal homeward stream, I, too, must hence-adieu-adieu !— Must leave unreaped this field of fame, A victor-but in will and name! 7. In every land the laurel grows, And many a wreath shall yet be mine,— 8. Adieu-adieu! In other days, -When youthful minstrels sing of thee,— Let this be Cœur de Lion's praise, He left a throne to set thee free! Say, that he strove till hope was o'er, |