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A DECADE AND A SEPTENNATE.
But to that sacred work devote but little good or great;
Such rulers wallow night and day in wantonness and lust;
Proud of their bygone ancestors whose deeds in history shine :
Because of dead men's ancient deeds in centuries long past.
Of“ one blood only God hath made all nations upon earth":
The proud patrician and the prince, the peasant and the boor.
Each man's nobility is proved by thought and word and deed,
Nor less nor more because, forsooth! he comes of “noble " breed ; His individual self must stand before his God alone,
Nor can his father's virtues once for his ill-deeds atone.
Thus there be some who realize their proud and high estate,
And rightly estimate the charge and duly feel its weight:
And only as His servants seek for honour and renown:
Who while they hold the foremost place, know their deep need to learn,
And ever bend a willing ear, nor prudent counsels spurn,
And studying, like that King, to rule in wisdom and in love.
Who need of wisdom from on high to rule his kingdom felt;
In humble prayer for strength and grace by God was often seen;
That she in wisdom and in worth might speak and act and live.
And now that two score years have passed since that auspicious day
When in her hand was placed the orb that typified her sway,
THE Right DIVINE.
A monarch rules a subject race, and rules by right Divine;
Through everlasting circling years unknown and unexplored ;
Our FATHER WHO IN HEAVEN IS, SPOUSE, HUSBAND, BRIDEG ROOM, LOVE!
And such, too, is the type of power for ruling empires great,
The lowly paying deference due to circumstance and state ; But only half the power possessed by the acknowledged head, That sometimes leading on the rest, but quite as often led.
Dulce Domum. C. UCH was the sphere, Princess beloved, in which thy lot was cast : (
Thy mother in such spirit ruled her territories vast; . And 'neath such genial influence thy youthful heart was reared Where love and virtue were enshrined, and God was duly feared.
T'hy mother's subject out of doors, she yet was his at home ;
She with a heart most womanly, and he a regal mind;
THE RIVEN OAK. A ND so the years slipped by, Princess, till thou hadst come of age,
And brightly shone the morning sun on life's now radiant page ; B And loyal hearts beat high for thee and him thou stood'st beside,
So soon to take thee to himself, a fair and comely bride.
And then drew on the closing weeks of the old dying year,
And happy, joyous Christmas-tide approached each day more near,
By which the orbits of the stars are meted out and spann'd;
Ere it was lost to human view in darkness of the night,
With Him Who“ doeth all things well” we silent leave the rest.
With thoughtfulness and fortitude beyond a maiden's powers ;
The father whom thou lovedst so well had passed from earth away,
Whose crown and sceptre were in vain to foil the barbed dart;
Thy well-known features from our minds were not for that effaced ;
Thou wast the “Princess Alice” still to every loyal heart.
THE STRAY SHEEP.
The secret motions of thy breast as mother, maid and wife :
Reluctant not too often found some fresh report to raise,
The lips of learned ignorance, so subtle to beguile,
And for a dense and mental maze to quit “the narrow way.”
Till God, in mercy to thy soul, took Home thy darling child,
And led thee, plunged in darkness, back from the bleak desert wild; Where in thy grief thou mightest look in vain for balm and rest,
To find it only in repose upon thy Saviour's breast.
WITHIN THE FOLD.
Thou feddest on the pastures green that thou hadst loved of old;
Was ever to be found in Him and glorify His name.
Methinks vain speculations were no longer now indulged,
And in unreasoning reasoning thy thoughts were seldom plunged ;
For when into the furnace cast they would not stand the test;
-The MAN OF SORROWS—thou didst point for succour and relief : To Him who spake the precious words to all with care opprest,
“YE HEAVY-LADEN COME TO ME, AND I WILL GIVE YOU REST.”
THE Clash OF ARMS.
And rich and poor men left their homes, obedient to the call,
Wantonly burning human food, God's glorious, golden grain !
Not more than others wast thou free from terror and alarm ;
THE IRONY OF HEROISM.
But thou wast there in readiness beside the soldier's bed:
The wound to dress, the anguish soothe, or cool the burning tongue.
A DECADE AND A SEPTENNATE.
Fantastic forms of courage rise our hazy view before;
And learn betimes the latest modes and fashions how to kill,
The wife receives with open arms the victims of the fray;
Great God! who reignest over all, we ask Thee—Is It Right?
And anything too helpless to escape their guns and snares ;
LIV. And when they grow to riper years such practice bears its fruit, *
Nor think they shedding human blood just cause for ill repute ;
“Distinguished valour on the field” were the words it bore ; “One morn ere he had breakfasted," that warrior answer made,
“Nine men in death upon the ground he valiantly had laid !”
Distinguished valour! holy God, ope Thou our rulers' eyes,
Make them discern wherein with Thee distinguished valour lies : 0, Lord, have mercy on us! and to keep this sacred law
“ Thou shalt not kill ”-incline our hearts in time of peace and war.
Could not, with all its skill, withstand the legions from the north;
To grasp at place and power by means of perfidy and blood,
Lusting for what is not their own, they would these lessons learn
And he that girdeth on the sword shall perish in its use.