How the festal sunshine pours
Where the lords of battle sweep!

Each hath brought back his shield,--
Maid, greet thy lover home!
Mother, from that proud field,
Lo! thy son is come!

Who murmured of the dead?
Hush, boding voice! we know
That many a shining head
Lies in its glory low.

Breathe not those names to-day!
They shall have their praise ere long,
And a power all hearts to sway
In ever-burning song.

But now shed flowers, pour wine,
To hail the conquerors home!
Bring wreaths for every shrine--
Lo! they come, they come!


The original engraving is by Edward Goodall, from a painting by William
Linton, Esq. It is altogether a rich and glorious composition, at
this moment too, glowing with more than pictorial interest; and the
_carmen triumphale_ of the poetess is a worthy accompaniment. Among
the other engravings the frontispiece and opposite page of this work
are extremely rich and beautiful: _Psyche borne by the Zephyrs to the