When hearts have once mingled

Love first leaves the well-built nest,

The weak one is singled

To endure what it once possest.

O Love! who bewailest The frailty of all things here,

Why choose you the frailest

For your cradle, your home, and your bier?

Its passions will rock thee

As the storms rock the ravens on high :

Bright reason will mock thee,

Like the sun from a wintry sky.

From thy nest every rafter Will rot, and thine eagle home

Leave thee naked to laughter,

When leaves fall and cold winds come.

CLXXV.

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NATIONAL ANTHEM.

OD prosper, speed, and save,
God raise from England's grave

Her murdered Queen'

Pave with swift victory

The steps of Liberty,

Whom Britons own to be

Immortal Queen.

See, she comes throned on high,

On swift Eternity!

God save the Queen!

Millions on millions wait

Firm, rapid, and elate,

On her majestic state!

God save the Queen!

She is thine own pure soul

Moulding the mighty whole,

God save the Queen!

She is thine own deep love

Rained down from heaven above,

Where'er she rest or move,

God save our Queen!

Wilder her enemies

In their own dark disguise,—

God save our Queen!

All earthly things that dare

Her sacred name to bear,

Strip them, as kings are, bare;

God save the Queen!

Be her eternal throne

Built in our hearts alone,

God save the Queen!

Let the oppressor hold

Canopied seats of gold;

She sits enthroned of old

O'er our hearts Queen.

Lips touched by seraphim

Breathe out the choral hymn

'God save the Queen!'

Sweet as if angels sang,

Loud as that trumpet's clang

Wakening the world's dead gang,—

God save the Queen!

CLXXVI.

FELICIA HEMANS, 1793-1835

THE TREASURES OF THE DEEP.

WH

HAT hidest thou in thy treasure-caves and cells? Thou hollow-sounding and mysterious main !— Pale glistening pearls, and rainbow-coloured shells, Bright things which gleam unrecked of and in vain !— Keep, keep thy riches, melancholy sea!

We ask not such from thee.

Yet more, the depths have more! What wealth untold, Far down, and shining through their stillness lies! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold,

Won from ten thousand royal argosies.

Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful main!
Earth claims not these again.

Yet more, the depths have more! Thy waves have rolled Above the cities of a world gone by;

Sand hath filled up the palaces of old,

Sea-weed o'ergrown the halls of revelry. Dash o'er them, ocean! in thy scornful play: Man yields them to decay.

Yet more! the billows and the depths have more!
High hearts and brave are gathered to thy breast!
They hear not now the booming waters roar,

The battle-thunders will not break their rest.
Keep thy red gold and gems, thou stormy grave!
Give back the true and brave!

Give back the lost and lovely! those for whom
The place was kept at board and hearth so long!
The prayer went up through midnight's breathless gloom,
And the vain yearning woke 'midst festal song!
Hold fast thy buried isles, thy towers o'erthrown-
But all is not thine own.

To thee the love of woman hath gone down,

Dark flow thy tides o'er manhood's noble head, O'er youth's bright locks, and beauty's flowery crown; Yet must thou hear a voice-Restore the dead! Earth shall reclaim her precious things from thee! Restore the dead, thou sea!

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