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TIE sULIoTE MOTHER.
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yar;ous writer's on Modern Greece, have
lifted tho fate of those Sulote women J
who threw themselves, with their infants,
frnn the DrccpiceS of their mountainous
,erritorv. Oh tic approach OF Ali Pacha.
One of these narrators adds, that wild
,,or,,, ,v,c .hanted by the mothers, before
comnitng the act of desperation.
she st,odupon the loftiest peak,


Am;,i. the dark blue sky,


A bitter smile WAS her cheek,


And i dark fash i'll her eye
,.post thou sec them boy'--throush the d4sky
Host thou see where the foeman's armour shines
Hast thou caught the Siearh Vi 'he 9o"dueioi
crest,
Nv babe, that graded on my breast!
wouldst thou spring from thy mother'a arms


with joy
That sight hath cos. thee father, boy!"
FORM the rocky straight beneath


Lay Suliotc sire and son,


They had heap'd high the piles Of death,


Before the pass was won.
"They have cross'd the torrent, aud IN they


come!


Wo for the mountain hearth and home
There, where the hunter laid by his spear,
There, whcr. the Tyre hath been sweet to hear,
There, where ! sang thee, tar babe! TO slcep, -
Nought but the blood-stain our trace shall keep
And now the horns loud blast is heard,


And row the cynlbal's clang,


Till ey'n the upper air was stlrd,


As cliffs and holows rang.
"IIark! they bring music, my joyous child!
What saith the trlimpets to Suns wild
Doth It light thine eye with SO quick ahre'
As if at a glimpse OF thine armed sire
-still-be thou still-there are brave men


low


Thou wouldst not smile couldst thou see him


now!"


But nearer came the clash OF steel,


And louder swell'd the horn,


And farther yet the tambour's peal


Through the dark pass was borne
'rtear'st thou the soun.ia Of their savage mlfth
DO. lid vert free when gave thee BIRTH
Free and how CHERISHED my warriors so1
lie, too,hath blcss'd thee, as | have doae,
Ay, and unchan'd must his lov'.l one be-
Freedom young suliote for INC and thee"


And from the arrowy peak she sprung,


And fast the fair child bore.


\ veil upon the wind was flung,


A cry--and all was o'er


