Page:Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine 26 1829.pdf/5



Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated. .

A voice rang through the olive-wood, with a sudden triumph's power— "We rise on all our hills! come forth! 'tis thy country's gathering hour. There's a gleam of spears by every stream, in each old battle-dell— Come forth, young Juan! bid thy home a brief and proud farewell!"

"Haste, haste! the hunters of the foe are up, and who shall stand The lion-like awakening of the roused indignant land? Our chase shall sound through each defile where swept the clarion's blast, With the flying footsteps of the Moor in stormy ages past."

"One moment! but one moment give to parting thought or word! It is no time for woman's tears when manhood's heart is stirr'd. Bear but the memory of thy love about thee in the fight, To breathe upon th' avenging sword a spell of keener might."

"Come forth! come as the torrent comes when the winter's chain is burst! So rushes on the land's revenge, in night and silence nursed— The night is past, the silence o'er—on all our hills we rise— We wait thee, youth! sleep, dream no more! the voice of battle cries."