Felicia Hemans

“ Smiles o'er the pine-hung steep;
Hear ye not there her vespers?—
Weep for the parted, weep!
Seek in the porch where vine-leaves
O'ershade her father's head;
Are his grey hairs left lonely?—
Weep! her bright soul is fled! ”

“ Dark and silent in their anguish,—
Aid those captives—set them free!
Touch them, every fount unsealing,
Where the frozen tears lie deep;
Thou, the Mother of all sorrows,
Aid, oh! aid to pray and weep! ”

“ Pour down thy dark sons to the vintage of fight.
Wake! wake! the old soil where our warriors repose
Rings hollow and deep to the trampling of foes.
The voices are mighty that swell from the past,
With Aragon's cry on the shrill mountain-blast ”

“ This woe in secret borne,
This flower of young life blasted,
Should I win back aught but scorn?
By aught but daily dying
Would my lone truth be repaid?'
Where summer leaves were sighing,
Thus sung the Zegri maid. ”

“ BY MRS. HEMANS.
(From the First Number of the Peninsular Melodies.)
We heard thy name, O Mina!
Far through our hills it rang;
A sound more strong than tempests,
More deep than armour's clang:
The peasant left his vineyard,
The shepherd grasp'd the spear ”

“ Flowers from the night-dew are closing,
Pilgrims and mourners reposing:
Mother! oh, sing me to rest!
Take back thy bird to its nest!
Weary is young life when blighted,
Heavy this love unrequited ”

“ Or start from your old battle-dells.
There are streams of unconquer'd Asturias
That have roll'd with your father's free blood:
Oh! leave on tho graves of the mighty
Proud marks where their children have stood! ”