All earthly things that dare
Her sacred name to bear,

Strip them, as kings are, bare ;
God save the Queen!

5. 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.

6. 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!

AN ODE TO THE ASSERTERS OF
LIBERTY.

I.

ARISE, arise, arise !

There is blood on the earth that denies ye

bread!

Be your wounds like eyes

To weep for the dead, the dead, the dead.
What other grief were it just to pay?

Your sons, your wives, your brethren, were they !

Who said they were slain on the battle-day?

2.

Awaken, awaken, awaken!

The slave and the tyrant are twin-born foes. Be the cold chains shaken

Το the dust where your kindred repose,

repose:

Their bones in the grave will start and move When they hear the voices of those they love Most loud in the holy combat above.

3.

Wave, wave high the banner

When Freedom is riding to conquest by:
Though the slaves that fan her
Be Famine and Toil, giving sigh for sigh.
And ye who attend her imperial car,
Lift not your hands in the banded war,
But in her defence whose children ye are.

Glory, glory, glory,

4.

To those who have greatly suffered and done! Never name in story

Was greater than that which ye shall have won. Conquerors have conquered their foes alone, Whose revenge, pride, and power, they have overthrown :

Ride ye, more victorious, over your own.

5.

Bind, bind every brow

With crownals of violet, ivy, and pine:
Hide the blood-stains now

With hues which sweet Nature has made divine

Green strength, azure hope, and eternity.
But let not the pansy, among them be;
Ye were injured, and that means memory.

ODE TO HEAVEN.

CHORUS OF SPIRITS.

First Spirit.

PALACE-ROOF of cloudless nights!

Paradise of golden lights!

Deep, immeasureable, vast,

Which art now, and which wert then!

Of the present and the past,

Of the eternal where and when,

Presence-chamber, temple, home!
Ever-canopying dome

Of acts and ages yet to come!

Glorious shapes have life in thee :-
Earth, and all earth's company;
Living globes which ever throng

Thy deep chasms and wildernesses; And green worlds that glide along ; And swift stars with flashing tresses And icy moons most cold and bright; And mighty suns beyond the night, Atoms of intensest light.

Even thy name is as a god,
Heaven! for thou art the abode
Of that Power which is the glass
Wherein man his nature sees.
Generations as they pass

Worship thee with bended knees.
Their unremaining gods and they
Like a river roll away;

Thou remainest such alway.

Second Spirit.

Thou art but the mind's first chamber, Round which its young fancies clamber, Like weak insects in a cave

Lighted up by stalactites;

But the portal of the grave,

Where a world of new delights Will make thy best glories seem But a dim and noonday gleam From the shadow of a dream!

Third Spirit.

Peace! the abyss is wreathed with scorn
At your presumption, atom-born!
What is heaven? and what are ye
Who its brief expanse inherit ?
What are suns and spheres which flee
With the instinct of that Spirit
Of which ye are but a part?

Drops which Nature's mighty heart
Drives through thinnest veins. Depart!

What is heaven?

A globe of dew,

Filling in the morning new

Some eyed flower whose young leaves waken
On an unimagined world :-
Constellated suns unshaken,

Orbits measureless, are furled
In that frail and fading sphere,
With ten millions gathered there,
To tremble, gleam, and disappear.