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Of the children fair

Of Peg of Limavaddy.
Beauty is not rare

In the land of Paddy,
Fair beyond compare
Is Peg of Limavaddy.

Citizen or Squire,

Tory, Whig, or RadiIcal would all desire

Peg of Limavaddy. Had I Homer's fire,

Or that of Serjeant Taddy, Meetly I'd admire

Peg of Limavaddy.

And till I expire,

Or till I grow mad, I Wili sing unto my lyre

Peg of Limavaddy!

MAY-DAY ODE.

BUT yesterday a naked sod,

The dandies sneered from Rotten Row,

And cantered o'er it to and fro;

And see 'tis done!

As though 'twere by a wizard's rod
A blazing arch of lucid glass
Leaps like a fountain from the grass
To meet the sun!

A quiet green but few days since,
With cattle browsing in the shade,
And here are lines of bright arcade
In order raised!

A palace as for fairy Prince,
A rare pavilion, such as man

Saw never, since mankind began

And built and glazed!

A peaceful place it was but now,
And lo! within its shining streets
A multitude of nations meets;

A countless throng,

I see beneath the crystal bow,

And Gaul and German, Russ and Turk,

Each with his native bandiwork

And busy tongue.

I felt a thrill of love and awe

To mark the different garb of each,
The changing tongue, the various speech
Together blent.

A thrill, methinks, like His who saw
"All people dwelling upon earth
Praising our God with solemn mirth
And one consent.”

High sovereign, in your Royal state,
Captains, and chiefs, and councillors,
Before the lofty palace doors

Are open set;

Hush! ere you pass the shining gate;
Hush! ere the heaving curtain draws,
And let the Royal pageant pause

A moment yet.

People and prince a silence keep!
Bow coronet and kingly crown,
Helmet and plume, bow lowly down,

The while the priest,

Before the splendid portal step,

(While still the wondrous banquet stays,) From Heaven supreme a blessing prays Upon the feast.

Then onwards let the triumph march;
Then let the loud artillery roll,
And trumpets ring, and joy-bells toll,

And pass the gate.

Pass underneath the shining arch,

'Neath which the leafy elms are green;

Ascend unto your throne, O queen!

And take your state.

Behold her in her Royal place;

A gentle lady; and the hand

That sways the sceptre of this land,

How frail and weak!

Soft is the voice, and fair the face,

She breathes amen to prayer and hymn; No wonder that her eyes are dim,

And pale her cheek.

This moment round her empire's shores
The winds of Austral winter sweep,
And thousands lie in midnight sleep
At rest to day.

O! awful is that crown of yours,
Queen of innumerable realms,
Sitting beneath the budding elms

Of English May!

A wondrous sceptre 'tis to bear,
Strange mystery of God which set
Upon her brow yon coronet,-

The foremost crown

Of all the world, on one so fair!

That chose her to it from her birth,

And bade the sons of all the earth

To her bow down.

The representatives of man

Here from the far Antipodes,

And from the subject Indian seas

In Congress meet;

From Afric and from Hindustan,

From Western continent and isle,

The envoys of her empire pile

Gifts at her feet.

Our brethren cross the Atlantic tides,
Loading the gallant decks which once
Roared a defiance to our guns,

With peaceful store;

Symbol of peace, their vessel rides!

*

O'er English waves float Star and Stripe,
And firm their friendly anchors gripe

The father shore!

From Rhine and Danube, Rhone and Seine, As rivers from their sources gush,

The swelling floods of nations rush,

And seaward pour:

From coast to coast in friendly chain,

With countless ships we bridge the straits,
And angry ocean separates

Europe no more.

From Mississippi and from Nile-
From Baltic, Ganges, Bosphorus,
In England's ark assembled thus

Are friend and guest.

Look down the mighty sunlit aisle,
And see the sumptuous banquet set,
The brotherhood of nations met

Around the feast!

Along the dazzling colonnade,

Far as the straining eye can gaze,

Gleam cross and fountain, bell and vase,

In vistas bright.

And statues fair of nymph and maid,

And steeds and pards and Amazons,
Wr thing and grappling in the bronze,
In endless fight.

To deck the glorious roof and dome,
To make the Queen a canopy,

The peaceful hosts of industry

Their standards bear.

*The U. S. frigate St. Lawrence.

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