THE WOUNDED HUSSAR. ALONE to the banks of the dark-rolling Danube Fair Adelaide hied when the battle was o'er:· 'Oh whither,' she cried, hast thou wander'd, my lover? 'Or here dost thou welter and bleed on the shore? 'What voice did I hear?' twas my Henry that sigh'd!' All mournful she hasten'd, nor wander'd she far, When bleeding, and low, on the heath she descried, By the light of the moon, her poor wounded Hussar ! From his bosom that heaved, the last torrent was streaming, And pale was his visage, deep mark'd with a scar! And dim was that eye, once expressively beaming, That melted in love, and that kindled in war! How smit was poor Adelaide's heart at the sight! How bitter she wept o'er the victim of war! 'Hast thou come, my fond Love, this last sorrowful night, 'To cheer the lone heart of your wounded Hussar?' 'Thou shalt live,' she replied, "Heaven's mercy re lieving Each anguishing wound, shall forbid me to mourn!' 'Ah, no! the last pang of my bosom is heaving! 'No light of the morn shall to Henry return! 'Thou charmer of life, ever tender and true! "Ye babes of my love, that await me afar!' His faltering tongue scarce could murmur adieu, When he sunk in her arms-the poor wounded Hussar ! LINES INSCRIBED ON THE MONUMENT LATELY FINISHED BY MR. CHANTREY, WHICH HAS BEEN ERECTED BY THE WIDOW OF ADMIRAL SIR G. CAMPBELL, K.C.B. TO To him, whose loyal, brave, and gentle heart, This stone is rear'd: to public duty true, The seaman's friend, the father of his crew He spread fraternal zeal throughout his band, 140 TO THE MEMORY OF SIR G. CAMPBELL. And led each arm to act, each heart to feel, What British valour owes to Britain's weal. These were his public virtues ; - - but to trace His private life's fair purity and grace, To paint the traits that drew affection strong O'ercomes the heart, unconscious of relief, Save in religion's high and holy trust, Whilst placing their memorial o'er his dust. |