But now the wheat is green and high The weapons of his rest; And there, in the loose sand, is thrown Ah, little thought the strong and brave That the pale race, who waste us now, They waste us-ay-like April snow In the warm noon, we shrink away; And fast they follow, as we go Toward the setting day— Till they shall fill the land, and we But I behold a fearful sign, To which the white men's eyes are blind; Their race may vanish hence, like mine, And leave no trace behind, Save ruins o'er the region spread, Before these fields were shorn and tilled, Full to the brim our rivers flowed; The melody of waters filled The fresh and boundless wood; And torrents dashed and rivulets played, And fountains spouted in the shade. Those grateful sounds are heard no more, The realm our tribes are crushed to get May be a barren desert yet. SONG. Dost thou idly ask to hear Maiden's hearts are always soft: Would that men's were truer ! Woo the fair one when around When, o'er all the fragrant ground, Early herbs are springing: When the brookside, bank, and grove, All with blossoms laden, Shine with beauty, breathe of love,— Woo the timid maiden. Woo her when, with rosy blush, Summer eve is sinking; When, on rills that softly gush, Stars are softly winking; When through boughs that knit the bower Moonlight gleams are stealing; Woo her, when autumnal dyes Warn her, ere her bloom is past, Woo her when the north winds call When, within the cheerful hall, HYMN OF THE WALDENSES. HEAR, Father, hear thy faint afflicted flock Yet better were this mountain wilderness, Thou, Lord, dost hold the thunder; the firm land Oh, touch their stony hearts who hunt thy sons- Yet, mighty God, yet shall thy frown look forth Thou shalt raise up the trampled and oppressed, MONUMENT MOUNTAIN. THOU who wouldst see the lovely and the wild Mingled in harmony on Nature's face, Ascend our rocky mountains. Let thy foot Fail not with weariness, for on their tops The beauty and the majesty of earth, Spread wide beneath, shall make thee to forget The steep and toilsome way. There, as thou stand'st, The haunts of men below thee, and around |