Thy sympathy and touch, In all thy People's weal; Which loud proclaims thee to the World, Far as the Saxon tongue can tell, Or speech appeal, A mother great in Israel! Thou needest not the Roman Triumph, Nor the palm of warlike conqueror, For deep embalmed, Within the hearts, Of millions of Our Race, Thy fragrant memory shall keep, Whose fame with thine, United, verdant, shall descend, A legacy of nobleness, Till History and Time, Their course shall fully end; With every earthly honour, Pomp and state;— Albert and Victoria, The Wise, the Good, the Great! AN ALLEGORY. EVENTIDE, fair handmaid of the night, Its noble beauty famed far, In many lands with wisdom's lore. Its marble columns strewn around In picturesque confusion; Each pencilled by the matchless hand Of bygone centuries of time; Grown o'er with tangled woodbine, Here, then, he paused, and sat him down. Upon the granite base of an Ionic shaft, Whose marbled whiteness soared on high, All veined and moulded exquisite, And seemingly did gaze upon the Youth below, Wearied by the noontide heat, And blinding glare of desert sands, Birds of fairest plumage With rills of melody, As fluttered they From spray to spray, Or perched upon the ruins old. While clinging and twining Round the sculptured stone, In fragrant festoons hung The choice moss-rose of Chusistan, More delicately beautiful, More exquisitely fragrant and fair To the fancy of the youthful traveller, Than all its mossy peers, Nestled most confidingly A fragile, fairy-like Rosebud ; Bewitching in its purity And graceful loveliness; Its rare aroma and gentle tenderness Until the golden eye of dawn Peeped forth from aerial lattice, Mid the eastern horizon; Smiling, blushing, soaring, Mounting ever upward, To its throne on high; Scattering round its ether way The sultry noontide heat On glowing sands, O'er which the feet Were goaded with a burning pain, Till cooling shades of dewy eve The western sky once more did weave, With colours of departing day; That bade again him shelter seek, Whilst moon and stars their vigils keep All through the night with lustrous ray. Reluctantly he disengaged The dew-besprinkled tendrils Of the charming floweret rare; |