From hill to hill like sentinels
Responsively they cry,

And sing the Rising of the Lord,
From vale to mountain high.

I love you, chimes of Motherland,
With all this soul of mine,
And bless the Lord that I am sprung
Of good old English line :
And like a son I sing the lay
That England's glory tells;
For she is lovely to the Lord,
For you, ye Christian bells.

And heir of her ancestral fame,
Though far away my birth,
Thee too I love, my Forestland,
The joy of all the earth.

For thine thy Mother's voice shall be,
And here, where God is King,

With English chimes, from Christian spires,

The wilderness shall ring.

DR. CLEVELAND COXE,

Bishop of Western New York, United States.

THE OAK AND THE IVY.

IN the depth of the forest an old Oak grew,
The pride of the greenwood there,
O'er his branches the Ivy her mantle threw
When the forest boughs were bare ;

She clung like a bride to his sturdy side
With her shining leaves so green,

Made him blithe and gay through the livelong day
In the midst of the wintry scene.
Chorus-Then long may the Oak and the Ivy stand
The pride and the boast of our native land.

O the Oak of the forest told me true
And I echo the tale in my song,

The Ivy his branches made fair to view,
While the Oak made the Ivy strong.

'Twas a union good in the old deep wood-
Had each for itself grown there,
The plant alone no beauty had shown
And the boughs of the tree been bare.

Then long may the Oak and the Ivy stand
The pride and the boast of our native land.

May we copy the Oak and the Ivy green
And like Britons go hand in hand,
As firm as the Oak may our sons be seen
In the cause of our native land ;

May our daughters fair like the Ivy share
The arms of the parent tree,

While we all unite in our strength and our might
For our homes and our liberty.

Then long may the Oak and the Ivy stand
The pride and the boast of our native land.

ERIN! THE TEAR AND THE SMILE.

ERIN the tear and the smile in thine eyes,
Blend like the rainbow that hangs in thy skies;
Shining through sorrow's stream,

Sadd'ning through pleasure's beam,

Thy suns, with doubtful gleam,

Weep while they rise!

Erin! thy silent tear never shall cease,

Erin! thy languid smile ne'er shall increase,

Till, like the rainbow's light,

Thy various tints unite,

And form in Heaven's sight

One arch of peace!

T. MOORE.

THE BLUE BELLS OF SCOTLAND.

O WHERE, and O where is your Highland laddie gone? He's gone to fight the foe,

For Victoria on the throne,
And it's O in my heart
I wish him safe at home!

O where, and O where did your Highland laddie dwell?
He dwelt in merry Scotland,

At the sign of the Blue Bell.
And it's O in my heart

I love my laddie well!

Suppose and suppose that your Highland lad should die? The bagpipes should play o'er him,

And I'd sit me down and cry.

And it's O in my heart

I wish he may not die.

ENGLAND! DEAR ENGLAND!

THERE'S a land, a dear land, where the rights of the free,

Though firm as the earth, are as wide as the sea : Where the primroses bloom, and the nightingales sing, And the true honest man is as good as a king!

Showery, flowery!
Tearful, cheerful!

England wave-guarded and green to the shore,
West land, best land,

Thy land, my land,

Glory be with her and peace evermore.

There's a land, a dear land, where the vigour of soul
Is fed by the tempests that blow from the Pole :
Where a slave cannot breathe or invader presume
To ask for more earth than will cover his tomb.
Sea land, free land!

Fairest, rarest !

Home of brave men and the girls they adore,
Fearless, peerless,

Thy land, my land,

Glory be with her and peace evermore.

CHARLES MACKAY.

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GOD SAVE THE QUEEN

GOD save our gracious Queen!
Long may Victoria reign :
God save the Queen!
Send her victorious,
Happy, and glorious,
Long to reign over us,
God save the Queen!

O Lord our God arise,
Scatter our enemies,

And make them fall. Confound their politics, Frustrate their knavish tricks ; On Thee our hopes we fix : God save the Queen!

Thy choicest gifts in store,
On her be pleased to pour,
Long may she reign!
May she defend our laws,
And ever give us cause,
To sing with heart and voice,

God save the Queen!

Ballads, Heroic and Domestic.