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WE ARE ONE.

THOUGH ages long have past

Since our fathers left their home,
Their pilot in the blast,

O'er untravelled seas to roam

Yet lives the blood of England in our veins :
And shall we not proclaim

That blood of honest fame,

Which no tyranny can tame

By its chains?

While the language free and bold,

Which the bard of Avon sung,

In which our Milton told

How the vault of heaven rung

When Satan, blasted, fell with all his host;

While these, with reverence meet,

Ten thousand echoes greet,

And from rock to rock repeat,

Round our coast;

While the manners, while the arts,

That mould a nation's soul,

Still cling around our hearts,

Between, let ocean roll,

Our joint communion breaking with the sun;

Yet still, from either beach,

The voice of blood shall reach

More audible than speech,

We are one.

WASHINGTON ALLSTON.

THE SONG OF THE DUMB.

H. R. H. the Prince of Wales, on the occasion of his recent visit to the DEAF AND DUMB INSTITUTION of New York, was greeted with the following welcome, written by Mrs. Peet, and recited in the sign-language by Miss Gertrude Walter.

WELCOME TO THE PRINCE.

ONCE from beyond the azure sea

There came to us a welcome tone.
Men paused amid their strife and toil,
To list the voice from England's throne.

And soon from out the ocean's depths,

Where master minds a CHAIN* had bound,
A strong pulsation shook the land,

And silence hushed the New World's sound.

How breathlessly men stopped to count

The throbs that came with measured beat,

Till one by one, with trembling joy,

Beheld the mystic bond complete.

The Atlantic telegraphic cable.

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THE SONG OF THE DUMB.

The strange, new thrill sped fast and far,
And waking joy throughout the land,
Went forth the greeting England sent,

"We'll ever more go hand in hand.”*
Old Ocean, in his wild dismay,

That man from him his power had won
To part the nations, rent the bond;
But England sends us now her SON.
Right loyally we greet him, too,

For

every

heart should bend, I ween,

In homage to such worth as that

Which sits enthroned in England's Queen.

And though no purples hang above

The brave and youthful Briton here,

Yet retinues of kindred hearts

Send up to heaven their loyal cheer:

"God save the Queen-God save the Prince,
And blessings on them richly shower,

And strengthen every righteous cause

That adds to England's rightful power."

MRS. PEET.

*The Telegraphic Message:-"FROM H. M. THE QUEEN OF GREAT BRITAIN TO HIS EXCELLENCY THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES.-The Queen desires to congratulate the President upon the successful completion of this great international work, in which the Queen has taken the greatest interest. The Queen is convinced that the President will join with her in fervently hoping that the electric cable, which now already connects Great Britain with the United States, will prove an additional link between the two nations, whose friendship is founded upon their common interest and reciprocal esteem. The Queen has much pleasure in thus directly communicating with the President, and in renewing to him her best wishes for the prosperity of the United States."

OUR FATHERS' LAND.

INTERNATIONAL ODE.*

God bless our Fathers' Land,
Keep her in heart and hand
One with our own!

From all her foes defend,

Be her brave people's friend,
On all her realms descend;

Protect her throne!

Father, in loving care,

Guard Thou her kingdom's heir,
Guide all his ways:

Thine arm his shelter be

From harm by land and sea;

Bid storm and danger flee;
Prolong his days!

Lord, let war's tempest cease,
Fold the whole earth in peace
Under Thy wings!

Make all Thy nations one,
All hearts beneath the sun,

Till Thou shalt reign alone,

Great King of kings!

O. W. HOLMES.

* Sung by a vast assembly of Scholars in the Music Hall, Boston, Mass., on

the occasion of the visit of H. R. H. the Prince of Wales.

F

PILGRIM LAMPS.

THESE Mayflower lights, whose quickening rosy gleams, So faint, at first, but growing like the morn,

Wide round the world now send their kindling beams Of truth and freedom, ushering in the dawn.

Children of faith,--they walked by future light;
The glory not yet come illumed their way :
In truth's great conflict, champions for the right,-
Tender, yet stern, they wrestled out their way.

Free worship and free thought they claimed, and found; Our larger golden freedom gathers rust

Too oft our banner stoops to kiss the ground;

We have more sunlight, but 'tis flecked with dust.

Away with liberty that leaves man free,

Unlicensed on his fellow-man to prey!

When law, truth, virtue are trod down by thee,
O, faithless freedom, we disown thy sway.

Ye sons, think deep; be strong in heart and hand ;
Remember God, who, with His silver key,
Unlocked the western gates, and gave this land

To freedom's sons, and all whom truth makes free.

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