Shallow grief delights in phrases,

Grief that holds the heart is dumb.

"Brim this glass," he said, "brave brothers, Here in wine, and here in tears

Wine for the great joy that crowned us, Tears for wounds that gashed the years.

"God be with you in your peaceful
Harvest, as He stood by you
When you sowed the seed of honour,
Watered with the bloody dew!"

And they came with head low drooping,
Each man, and with eyes all dim,

This last once to feel a brother's

Love in kindly grasp from him.

Not a word was spoken; silent

They; and silent he moved on, Where a modest barge was waiting

For the noble WASHINGTON.

And with homeward heart he hied him

To the town of good Queen Anne, Where the People's congress waited To receive their Saviour-man.

And he came and stood before them,
As a modest servant stands,

And with few plain words he gave
His missioned power into their hands.

And they gave with solemn plainness

All the thanks that words could give; And he went to sweet Mount Vernon, As a plain man lives to live.

Some had been once that would make him King, that he might grandly reign

O'er them like a Roman Cæsar;

But with high-souled proud disdain

Back he flung the base suggestion;
For his country he had fought,

He had gained his country's freedom, That was all he wished or sought.

Not for gold, and not for glory,

He the thorny path had trod,

But in name of sacred duty

To his country and his God.

So he then; and now, as only
Lofty self-poised souls can do,
All the public pomp behind him
Like a cumbrous coat he threw.

Even as Roman Cincinnatus,

In the days when Rome was wise, He would watch his old paternal Acres with paternal eyes.

And he lived in homely sweetness, Deeming pride the worst of sinning ; Planting, pruning, delving, draining, From the soil its riches winning.

Ever on the work before him

Fixed with kindly-searching eyes, Great in small things as in greatest,

And in daily service wise.

Till they brought him from his covert,
To their march of storied fame,
To give grace and goodly omen
With the blazon of his name.

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NELSON AND WELLINGTON.

I.

I WILL sing of England's glory,
Daring dash, and cool command,
When her brave high-hearted captains
Rode the sea and ruled the land;

When amid the strife of nations,

Wise by war to purchase peace, Her firm hand compelled the plundering Lust of lawless France to cease,

France the beacon of the nations;

France, aflame with wrath—and why?