WE ARE ONE. THOUGH ages long have past Since our fathers left their home, O'er untravelled seas to roam Yet lives the blood of England in our veins : 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. And soon from out the ocean's depths, Where master minds a CHAIN* had bound, 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. 68 THE SONG OF THE DUMB. The strange, new thrill sped fast and far, "We'll ever more go hand in hand.”* That man from him his power had won 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 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, From all her foes defend, Be her brave people's friend, Protect her throne! Father, in loving care, Guard Thou her kingdom's heir, Thine arm his shelter be From harm by land and sea; Bid storm and danger flee; Lord, let war's tempest cease, Make all Thy nations one, 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; 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, Ye sons, think deep; be strong in heart and hand ; To freedom's sons, and all whom truth makes free. |