Here with a smile will she recall The walk, the concert, or the ball, Shared with the young and merry-hearted ; And here, perchance, while brooding o'er The song of one who sings no more, A tear may drop for the departed. Yet-daughter dear! my heart foretells Of friends, however loved, and rather Hang o'er the page that thus records, The fervent blessing of a Father! STANZAS Written for the Bazaar of the National Anti-Corn-Law League, Covent Garden Theatre, 1845. WHY with its ring has the connecting sea Married the Hemispheres and join'd their hands, Why has the Magnet's guiding ministry Made paths athwart the deep to distant lands? Why are the winds to our controul resign'd, Why does resistless steam our will obey, Why are all arts, all elements, combined To speed us o'er the ocean-world's highway? That from wide earth, and from the watery waste, Shall scatter fresh supplies of wealth and food, And from each varied soil and clime provide So shall the sever'd races of mankind, Bidding all barriers and restrictions cease, By constant intercourse become combined Let no man part whom God would thus unite! They who would speed this high and holy aim, Leagued in the cause of universal right, All factious ends, all party views disclaim. Their weapons, Faith, and Charity, and Hope, Justice and Truth the champions of their cause, Firmly but peacefully they seek to cope With selfish interests and mistaken laws. Ye who love man's advancement,-peace,-free trade, Ye who would blessings win from every land, Oh! give the liberating League your aid, And speed its course with zealous heart and hand! A HINT TO THE FARMERS. FARMERS, whose income, day by day, Slides on the Sliding Scale away, Whatever its direction; When favour'd most still most forlorn, Starved by monopoly of Corn, And ruin'd by protection; Farmers! who dying, seldom see When o'er the Styx ye're ferried, But in your landlord's pocket trace (Like Mecca to the Turks) the place Wherein your profit 's buried- |