The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 11, Page 561
THE BENDED BOW.
It is supposed that War was anciently proclaimed in Britain, by sending messengers in different directions through the land, each bearing a bent bow, and that Peace was in like manner announced by a bow unstrung, and therefore straight.
See Cambrian Antiquities.
There was heard the sound of a coming foe,
There was sent through Britain a bended bow,
And a voice was pour'd on the free winds far.
As the land rose up at the sign of war.
"Heard ye not the battle-horn?
—Reaper! leave thy golden corn!
Leave it for the birds of Heaven,
Swords must flash, and shields be riven!
Leave it for the winds to shed—
Arm! ere Britain's turf grow red!"
And the reaper arm'd, like a freeman's son,
And the bended bow and the voice pass'd on.
"Hunter! leave the mountain-chase,
Take the falchion from its place!
Let the wolf go free to-day,
Leave him for a nobler prey!
Let the deer ungall'd sweep by—
Arm thee! Britain's foes are nigh!"
And the hunter arm'd ere his chase was done,
And the bended bow and the voice pass'd on.
"Chieftain! quit the joyous feast!
Stay not till the song hath ceased.
Though the mead be foaming bright,
Though the fires give ruddy light,
Leave the hearth, and leave the hall—
Arm thee! Britain's foes must fall."
And the chieftain arm'd, and the horn was blown,
And the bended bow and the voice pass'd on.
"Prince! thy father's deeds are told,
In the bower and in the hold!
Where the goatherd's lay is sung,
Where the minstrel's harp is strung!
—Foes are on thy native sea—
Give our bards a tale of thee!"
And the prince came arm'd, like a leader's son,
And the bended bow and the voice pass'd on.
"Mother! stay thou not thy boy!
He must learn the battle's joy.
Sister! bring the sword and spear,
Give thy brother words of cheer!
Maiden! bid thy lover part,
Britain calls the strong in heart!"
And the bended bow and the voice pass'd on,
And the bards made song for a battle won.F. H.
