HE olden times to me are dear,

And warlike Charles's hero-story;

For high of heart as conquering

glory,

And blithe as innocence they were.

O'er northern lands, with rainbow sheen,

Their bright reflection still is seen;
And airy warriors one may view

In yellow scarf and kirtle blue,

That" come like shadows and depart,"
I see ye now with beating heart,—
Men of an epoch mightier far,

With sword and buff-coat train'd to war.