120 THE HUNTER'S SERENADE. The forest's leaping panther, I know, for thou hast told me, The earth has no more gorgeous sight In meadows red with blossoms, Murmurs, and loads his yellow thighs, Or wouldst thou gaze at tokens Our old oaks stream with mosses, And mighty vines, like serpents, climb The giant sycamore; And trunks, o'erthrown for centuries, Cumber the forest floor; And in the great savanna The solitary mound, Built by the elder world, o'erlooks The loneliness around. THE HUNTER S SERENADE. 121 Come, thou hast not forgotten Thy pledge and promise quite, Come, the young violets crowd my door, The jessamine peeps in. Upon the mulberry near, And the night-sparrow trills her song, All night, with none to hear. 11 SONG OF MARION'S MEN. OUR band is few, but true and tried, Our leader frank and bold; The British soldier trembles When Marion's name is told. As seamen know the sea. We know its walls of thorny vines, Its safe and silent islands Wo to the English soldiery SONG OF MARION'S MEN. 123 And they who fly in terror deem A mighty host behind, And hear the tramp of thousands Upon the hollow wind. Then sweet the hour that brings release From danger and from toil : We talk the battle over, And share the battle's spoil. The woodland rings with laugh and shout, As if a hunt were up, And woodland flowers are gathered To crown the soldier's cup. With merry songs we mock the wind That in the pine-top grieves, And slumber long and sweetly, Well knows the fair and friendly moon The glitter of their rifles, The scampering of their steeds. Before the peep of day. 124 SONG OF MARION'S MEN. Grave men there are by broad Santee, For ever, from our shore. |