SECOND SONG-TO THE SAME.

RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS

ODE TO MEMORY

SONG

ENGLISH IDYLLS, continued-

THE GARDENER'S DAUGHTER; OR, THE PICTURES .

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TO THE QUEEN.

Revered, beloved-O you that hold

A nobler office upon earth

Than arms, or power of brain, or birth Could give the warrior kings of old,

Victoria,-since your Royal grace
To one of less desert allows

This laurel greener from the brows
Of him that utter'd nothing base;

And should your greatness, and the care
That yokes with empire, yield you time
To make demand of modern rhyme
If aught of ancient worth be there;

Then while a sweeter music wakes,

And thro' wild March the throstle calls,
Where all about your palace-walls

The sun-lit almond-blossom shakes

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