At need, he stood, advancing high Who sees him? many see, and One With unparticipated gaze; Who 'mong these thousands Friend hath none, And treads in solitary ways. He, following wheresoe'er he might, While, like a tutelary Power, He there stands fixed, from hour to hour: Like Herdsman in the sun to bask, Or by his mantle's help to find A shelter from the nipping wind: To London were the Chieftains bent; To quell the Rising of the NORTH; Thus suddenly, and brought so near? And Neville was opprest with fear; For, though he bore a valiant name, 66 Against so many may not stay."* And therefore will retreat to seize A strong Hold on the banks of Tees; Until Lord Dacre with his power From Naworth comes; and Howard's aid Be with them; openly displayed. While through the Host, from man to man, A rumour of this purpose ran, The Standard giving to the care Of him who heretofore did bear And thus abruptly spake, "We yield (And can it be?) an unfought field! How often hath the strength of heaven To few triumphantly been given! Still do our very children boast Of mitred Thurston, what a Host He conquered! Saw we not the Plain, (And flying shall behold again) Where faith was proved? — while to battle moved The Standard on the Sacred Wain On which the grey-haired Barons stood, And the infant Heir of Mowbray's blood, Beneath the saintly Ensigns three, Shall Percy blush, then, for his Name ? The Prior of Durham with holy hand Upon the point of a lofty spear, And God descended in his power, While the Monks prayed in Maiden's Bower. To us, who war against the Untrue; Would re-establish and uphold." The Chiefs were by his zeal confounded, But word was given - and the trumpet sounded; 4. A Went Norton, and resumed his post. Alas! thought he, and have I borne This hope of all posterity, Thus to become at once the scorn Of babbling winds as they go by, A spot of shame to the sun's bright eye, "Even these poor eight of mine would stem;" Half to himself, and half to them He spake, "would stem, or quell a force Without their Father in their sight, A shock of intimations vain, Dismay, and superstitious pain, Fell on him, with the sudden thought Of her by whom the work was wrought : — With love divine and gentle light? |