Where the call of duty led,
Where the lonely prairies spread,

Where for us they fought and bled,
Our loved, our lost, our glorious dead!

1885.

BRITISH WAR SONG.

"WARS and rumours of wars -the clouds lower over

the sea,

And a man must now be a man, if ever a man can

For the vultures are gathered together, and the lions roar over the feast.

War! Shall we flinch! Shall we tremble! Shall we shrink like cowards from the fray?

Better all Britons were dead than their glory passed away!

The clouds may be dark and lowering, the storm may be loud and long,

But the hearts of our men are true, and the arms of

our men are strong.

F

From the thousand years of glory, from the grave

of heroes gone,

Comes a voice on the breath of the storm, and a

power to spur us on:

A man must now be a man, and every man be true,

For the grave that covers our glory shall cover each

Briton too.

1885.

THE POET'S SONG.

I HID in the world and sang,
And I sang so loud and long
That all the ages rang

With the music of my song.

I sang of the earth and sky,

I sang of the whispering seas,

I sang of the mountains high,

And I sang of the flowers and trees;

I sang of the early spring,

I sang of the dawning day,

I

sang, for I had to sing

As the young lambs have to play ;

Till heaven and earth were ringing,
And all the people heard,

And they said, "We love his singing,
For his song is the song of the bird."

ESTRANGEMENT.

Do you remember how, one autumn night,
We sat upon the rocks and watched the sea
In dreamlike silence, while the moonlight fell
On you and me?

How, as we lingered musing, side by side,

A cold, white mist crept down and hid the sea And dimmed the moon, and how the air grew chill Round you and me?

The mist and chill of that drear autumn night,

When we sat silent looking on the sea,

I often think has never passed away

From you and me.