CANTERBURY PILGRIMS.

(A "GOD SPEED.")

HEAVEN speed you, noble band!
Link'd together, heart and hand,
Sworn to seek that far-off land,

Canterbury Pilgrims,—

Heaven speed you! brothers brave, Waft you well by wind and wave; Heaven shield you! Heaven save! Canterbury Pilgrims!

Like a queen of swarming bees,
England, hived amid the seas,
Sends you by a favouring breeze,

Canterbury Pilgrims,—

With a mother's tender care,

To her southern sister there,

Her young sister, fresh and fair,

Canterbury Pilgrims!

Fresh the soil, and fair the clime,

Lightly touch'd by toil or time,

Scarcely tinged with care or crime,

Canterbury Pilgrims,

Go then, cheerfully go forth!

Hasten to replenish earth

With Old England's honest worth,

Canterbury Pilgrims!

NEW ZEALAND.

Ay-with industry—for gold,
Godliness-for wealth untold,
Go, in Christian duty bold,

Canterbury Pilgrims,

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Glad New Zealand bids you share
Each man plenty, and to spare,—

GOD be with you then and there,

Canterbury Pilgrims!

NEW ZEALAND.

(A SONG FOR THE ANTIPODES.)

QUEEN of the South! which the mighty Pacific
Claims for its Britain in ages to be,

Bright with fair visions and hopes beatific,
Glorious and happy thy future I see!

Thither the children of England are thronging,
There for true riches securely to search;

Not for thy gold, California, longing,

But for sweet home, with enough, and a Church!

There, a soft clime, and a soil ever teeming

Summer's December, and Winter's July,

The bright Southern Cross in the firmament gleaming, The Dove, and the Crown, and the Altar on high,

There, the broad prairies with forest and river,

There, the safe harbours are bidding men search For Thy best blessings, O heavenly Giver!

Home, with enough, and an Englishman's Church!

Yes; for Britannia, the Mother of Nations,

Sends out her children, as teeming old Greece, Good men and great men, to stand in their stations, Merchants of plenty, and heralds of peace : Stout Anglo-Saxons! Port Victory calls you; Take the glad omen, and speedily search Where you shall gather, whatever befalls you, Truest of treasures, a Home and a Church!

Fifty years hence,--look forward and see it,
Realm of New Zealand, what then shalt thou see?
(If the world lives, at THE FATHER'S So be it)
All shall be greatness and glory with thee!
Even should Britain's decay be down-written
In the dread doom-book that no man may search,
Still shall an Oxford, a London, a Britain,
Gladden the South with a Home and a Church!

INDIA REPOSING.

Be glad, thou tranquil Hindostan,

That GOD such mercy gives,

That tribe with tribe, and man with man

In friendly concord lives!

Rejoice, for peace and quiet days,—

Instead of those old times

When all the region was ablaze

With cruelties and crimes!

INDIA REPOSING.

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O happy days for India,

Now wars are made to cease,-
Nor Timur, Singh, nor Scindiah
Invade thy plenteous peace!
Beneath the flag of England

Ye hundred millions, rest!
And shout for joy, and sing Land
In Britain's mercies blest!

For strong-arm'd Law protects the weak
From each marauding crew,-
Nor savage Gond, nor fiery Sikh,
Affrights the mild Hindoo;

No more can Thug or hireling Bheel
Infest the pool or steep,
No longer does Pindarree steel

The ryot's harvest reap!

Rejoice from Himalaya's snows

To level Malabar,

From where the Nilelike Ganges flows
To Cutch and Candahar,—

Rejoice! that those old times are past,
Those fears and sorrows fled,

That gospel peace is come at last
And India comforted!

AMERICAN FREEDOM.

ALL stars on the banner of light!

No stripes in the land of the free !

No wrong to be rampant where all should be right,
No sin that is shameful to see!

America, show the wide world in thy strength
How sternly determined thou art

To cut from thy soil in its breadth and its length
The canker that gnaws at thy heart.

Uprouse thee! and swear by thy might
This evil no longer shall be,

For all men are brothers, the black as the white,

And sons of one Father are we!
America,-Now is the perilous time
When safety is solely decreed

To ridding the heart of old habits of crime
And simply repenting indeed.

Away to the bats and the moles

With the lash, and the goad, and the chain,

Away with the buying and selling of souls,

And slavery toiling in pain!

America, this is thy chance now at length
Of winning, by kindness, to thee
Slavery's victims, subdued to thy strength,

And making a hemisphere Free!