And whitening and brightening, and quiver ing and shivering, And hurrying and skurrying, and thundering and floundering; Dividing and gliding and sliding, And falling and brawling and sprawling, And sprinkling and twinkling and wrinkling, Retreating and beating and meeting and sheeting, Delaying and straying and playing and spraying, Advancing and prancing and glancing and dancing, Recoiling, turmoiling and toiling and boiling, And gleaming and streaming and steaming and beaming, And flapping and rapping and clapping and slapping, And curling and whirling and purling and twirling, And thumping and pumping and bumping and jumping, And dashing and flashing and splashing and clashing; And so never ending, but always descend ing, Sounds and motions for ever and ever are blending, All at once and all o'er, with a mighty up roar, And this way the water comes down at Lodore. IT NEVER COMES AGAIN. R. H. STODDARD. There are gains for all our losses, We are stronger and are better Something beautiful is vanished, THE RELIEF OF LUCKNOW. TENNYSON. [Condensed.] DEDICATORY POEM TO THE PRINCESS ALICE. Dead Princess, living Power, if that, which lived True life, live on if what we call The spirit flash not all at once from out This shadow into substance - then perhaps The mellow'd murmur of the people's praise Ascends to thee; and this March morn that sees Thy soldier-brother's bridal orange-bloom thou Dying so English thou wouldst have her flag Borne on thy coffin where is he can swear But that some broken gleam from our poor earth May touch thee? While remembering thee, I lay At thy pale feet this ballad of the deeds I. Banner of England, not for a season, O banner of Britain, hast thou Floated in conquering battle or flapt to the battle-cry! Never with mightier glory than when we had reared thee on high, Flying at the top of the roofs in the ghastly siege of Lucknow Shot thro' the staff or the halyard, but ever we raised thee anew, And ever upon the topmost roof our banner of England blew. |