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8 Literary Gazette, 1st February, 1823, Pages 74-75

See erratum at the foot of page 16 re correction to the title (The Cadets)

ORIGINAL POETRY. THE CADETS. An Indian Sketch.

The banners are flashing, hurrah, hurrah! The sabres are clashing, hurrah, hurrah! For the star wept-on grave Of the conquering brave, Who would not rush to the field? Hurrah!

On to the battle, hurrah, hurrah! The war thunder's rattle, hurrah, hurrah! 'Tis the music most dear To the warrior's ear, For it calls to the combat, hurrah!

The death song is singing, hurrah, hurrah! The death shots are ringing, hurrah, hurrah! By the musket's red peal, By the light of our steel, We will stand to our colours or die, hurrah! L. E. L.

New words to the Air "The Campbells are coming.' The ship rode o'er the waters gallantly, Her pennons waving, hope and enterprise Filling her white sails with their eager breath. The shore lay dim behind. That Iong last look Given at parting to our own dear land— Our land of infancy, and home, and love — Strained every eyeball now; and as the coast Diminished to one dim and distant line, How very tenderly each bosom clung To all its old affections! Friends and home, How dear they are when we are parting from them! And "farewell" came, in all its many tones Of hope, and sorrow, and anxiety, Freshly upon the ear, as never felt Deeply and truly till in that last glance!—    On, on the vessel went. The waves grew red Beneath the crimson of the setting sun; Then rolled in silver light, when the pale moon Claimed her so gentle empire o'er the sky, Like the deep flush of anger calmed by meek Enduring patience. How most beautiful This radiant meeting of the sky and sea! Above, the stars, like spirits in their pride Wandering in music round their lovely queen, Too glorious for idolatry. Beneath, The ocean, like a mighty mirror, spread In its immensity of emerald beauty.