��LORD BYRON

Trust not for freedom to the Franks They have a king who buys and sells;

In native swords and native ranks The only hope of courage dwells:

But Turkish force and Latin fraud

Would break your shield, however broad.

Fill high the bowl with Samian wine!

Our virgins dance beneath the shade I see their glorious black eyes shine ;

But gazing on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves.

Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I,

May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; There, swan-like, let me sing and die :

A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine

Dash down yon cup of Samian wine !

��SIR AUBREY DE VERE 602. The Children Band

A LL holy influences dwell within

• • The breast of Childhood: instincts fresh from God

Inspire it, ere the heart beneath the rod Of grief hath bled, or caught the plague of sin. How mighty was that fervour which could win Its way to infant souls! and was the sod Of Palestine by infant Croises trod? Like Joseph went they forth, or Benjamin,

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