Into the jaws of death, Rode the six hundred. Flashed all their sabers bare, All the world wondered. Plunged in the battery smoke, Reeled from the saber-stroke Shattered and sundered. Then they rode back, but not Cannon to right of them, Cannon behind them Volleyed and thundered; Stormed at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell, They that had fought so well Back from the mouth of hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred. RING OUT, WILD BELLS All the world wondered. Noble six hundred! Ring Out, Wild Bells Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring out the grief that saps the mind, Ring out a slowly dying cause, And ancient forms of party strife; Ring in the nobler modes of life, With sweeter manners, purer laws. 53 5 10 15 20 5 10 15 Ring out the want, the care, the sin, Ring out false pride in place and blood, Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; - From "IN MEMORIAM." A CHRISTMAS HYMN ALFRED DOMETT ENGLAND, 1811-1887 A Christmas Hymn It was the calm and silent night! Held undisturbed their ancient reign, Centuries ago. 'Twas in the calm and silent night! The senator of haughty Rome, 55 5 10 Impatient, urged his chariot's flight, From lordly revel rolling home; Triumphal arches, gleaming, swell 15 His breast with thoughts of boundless sway; What recked the Roman what befell A paltry province far away, In the solemn midnight, Centuries ago. Within that province far away Went plodding home a weary boor; 20 |