Its courage cruelty; its anger hate; The Heavens grew dark with anger :- Thor, awake! IV. Through the deep midnight pierced the awful word— And miserable Thor, distraught, forlorn, His quivering lips with proud impatience curl'd, 'Hast thou my Hammer, Earth, or thou, oh Heaven?' "Thine awful Hammer slumbers in my breast; And Thor took ship, and sail'd the Stormy Sea:- 'Farewell, farewell! to all delights of yore, "In storm, or calm, or in the treacherous mist, Northward, still north, three days and nights it flew, North-ever north! The breeze forgot to blow, North-ever north! Flapp'd out the bellying sail, 'Mid rolling icebergs and a fitful gale, And storms of arrowy snow and rattling hail. O'er Heaven's dark vault the darting meteors pour'd, But Thor held on, undaunted as of old, Northward no more! With sudden swirl and spin, And o'er the ice came tripping like a fawn, The fair-hair'd Friga, peaceful and benign,- 'Beneath thy keel,' she said, 'thy Hammer sleeps; And down he plunged, while Loki's laughter rang. ‘And Thor's great Hammer vindicates the Right !' And Heavenly voices flew from shore to shore; : DRUM BEATS AND ALARM BELLS; OR, PICTURES OF PARIS, FROM 1789 TO 1873. The sorrow yet shall pass, and France be free.'-The Vision of Danton. THE BATTLE OF CHANGE, 1789. GREAT thoughts are heaving in the world's wide breast; The old ideals fall. Men wander up and down in wild unrest; There lies a gloom on all things under Heaven— Who see no joy in being driven Onwards from change, ever to change again; Who never walk but on the beaten ways, And love the breath of yesterdays; Men who would rather sit and sleep Where sunbeams through the ivies creep, Heedless of near or distant wars, Of storm-vex'd forests nodding to the stars Or hear, far-off, the melancholy roar Of billows, white with wrath, battling against the shore. Deep on their troubled souls the shadow lies; While fitful lightnings write upon the skies, |