Tubal Cain Charles Mackay Charles Mackay (1814-1889) was a Scotch poet and journalist. For some years he was editor of London publications and during the Civil War was special correspondent to the London Times, stationed in New York. Bring out the rhythm and melody of this selection so as to suggest the musical blows of a smith upon his anvil. However, do not forget to bring out the lesson conveyed. OLD Tubal Cain was a man of might In the days when the earth was young; And he lifted high his brawny hand On the iron glowing clear, Till the sparks rushed out in scarlet showers, And he sang, "Hurrah for my handiwork! Hurrah for the hand that shall wield them well! For he shall be king and lord." To Tubal Cain came many a one As he wrought by his roaring fire, And each one prayed for a strong steel blade, As the crown of his desire; And he made them weapons, sharp and strong, And gave him gifts of pearl and gold, And spoils of the forest free. And they sang, "Hurrah for Tubal Cain, But a sudden change came o'er his heart And Tubal Cain was filled with pain He saw that men with rage and hate, Made war upon their kind; That the land was red with the blood they shed And he said, "Alas, that ever I made And, for many a day, old Tubal Cain And his hand forebore to smite the ore, And bared his strong right arm for work, "Not alone for the blade was the bright steel made," And he fashioned the first plowshare. And men, taught wisdom from the past, Hung the sword in the hall, the spear on the wall, And sang, "Hurrah for Tubal Cain! Our staunch good friend is he; But, while oppression lifts its head, Though we may thank him for the plow, Oft in the Stilly Night Thomas Moore At an early age he Thomas Moore was born at Dublin, in 1779. entered Trinity College, and later studied law in Middle Temple, London. In 1801 he published a translation of "Odes of Anacreon." The following year there appeared "The Poetical Works of the Late Thomas Little." He visited the United States in 1804 and His satirized its society and institutions in "Odes and Epistles.' most important prose work is the "Life of Lord Byron." Of his poetry, "Lalla Rookh," "Irish Melodies," and "The Twopenny PostBag," are most worthy of note. Make much of the rhyme in this poem. A spirit of reverie pervades the lines and the tone should be softened accordingly. The rate is slow. OFT, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain hath bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain hath bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me. When I remember all The friends, so linked together, I've seen around me fall, Like leaves in wintry weather; I feel like one, Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose garlands dead, Thus, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain hath bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me. |