as could with his compare.

The first knight's sword hung high in hall,
Had healed the feud of race,
By val'rous deeds.
Beneath it in the same proud resting place,
The sons fixed theirs with other warlike meeds,
To prove their martial line had known nor break nor fall.

Rowena's Lonely Vigil.

She sought her chamber in yon spectral keep
With ivy wreaths now crowned;
Whose casket rent
By Time's grim hand and strewn by fragments round,
Once held a jewel whose rare beauty lent
Its light to cheer the sailors toiling on the deep.

Her vestal lamp she nightly trimmed and fed,
A beacon light more true
Than stars above;
For darkness only made the light it threw
More bright--bless'd, too, as emblem of her love
For those who else might make Hell's caves their last lone bed.

"Hist! Hist!" They'd cry: and straight the plash of oar,
And creak of sail were stilled;
And every ear
Was tent to catch the strains her sweet voice trilled.
Avast to gloomy thoughts and boding fear!
Alack the day when she should witch their hearts no more!

Rowena's Song.

Sea, sea,
Bounding and free,
O soothe me to sleep with thy sweet lullaby!
As when a child,
Sportive and wild,
Thy waves and I gamboll'd, thou gem-crested sea!

Sea, sea,
Laugh on in glee;
How dear to the sailor thy sweet monody!
Soul-soothing calm,
Soul-healing balm,
For hearts beating fondly for hearts on the sea!

Sea, sea,
Tempest-lashed sea!
O spare in thy fury, smite not angrily
Hearts true and brave,
Breasting thy wave,
Who love as they trust thee, thou beautiful sea!

Sea, sea,
Bring back to me
One that thou bearest to war's pageantry!
Bear him my love,
Life-lasting love,
For him and him only, then speed him to me!

Sir Harold at Acre.

So sang Rowena, from her turret bower,
Her plaintive notes each night,
In seamen's ears.
Their hearts sank deep. They long had watched her white
And care-worn cheeks; but now they knew her fears
And wept with her to see the darkling storm-clouds lower.

Meanwhile her red-cross knight was lying prone,
Sore wounded, life nigh spent,
On Acre's plains.
He'd swooned and woke to find him 'neath a tent.