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Days passed : adown the mountain roads
And so she left us, and her way
One day the bugles blew, and we
In many a fight our trumpets rang :
X We chanced upon a mountain side To see a village burning. 'Ride!' Our leader said, 'as if the land Opened behind ye! Smite with hand Relentless every brigand. Lives Are at the mercy of their knives !' Swift from the earth our horses sprung ; Free to the air our flags we flung ; Flashed in the light our sabres long, As down we dashed among the throng Of murderous banditti, come To desolate each Christian home!
Lord God ! my heart felt agony !
We laid the saint upon a bier,
And now and here I swear my heart died on that day ! What matter if my
hair be grey ?
(A SERVIAN LEGEND.)
PRINCE Lazarus among his chieftains stood
At mystic Kossovo : Around them warriors and prophets good Were ranged, and o'er a purpose seemed to brood.
"To fight the Turk we go To-morrow,' quoth the prince : but, as he spoke, A mighty light upon the heavens broke.
A falcon with a swallow in his claw
Came swooping down the sky :
The saints deign to supply.
The falcon and the swallow vanished quite :
The prince fell on his knees : And great Elijah, saintly, noble, white, Appeared all shining with celestial light.
! and be at ease,' He said ; 'Receive thy message from above; And give attention meekly and in love.
No swallow bring I in my hand to thee ;
But from the Queen of Heaven A letter writ in golden lines, to be Conned o'er and o'er with due humility,
And answer must be given Ere thou dost march against the armèd horde Of savages from Asian plains outpoured.'
Prince Lazarus the letter took, and read,
And on him fell a fear. He seemed to hear the voices of the dead ; The missive's golden lines were full of dread,
But oh! their sense was clear ! And in his heart he felt a deadly pang, While near his tent the martial trumpets rang.