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MARRIAGE OF THE PRINCESS LOUISE
AND THE MARQUIS OF LORNE.
"His banner over me was love."
What is beauty, what is birth,
If the heart be sold for gain,
Love cannot be bought or sold,
Princess of our dear old land,
Worth like thine might well command
Kings and Princes to aspire
To thy hand with love's desire.
Thou to England's sons hast shown,
England's glory! Scotland's pride!
Thou, great God, who hast ordained
Gifts yet nobler and more rare.
Shine out, Sun, with glorious ray
Storms, your murmurs hoarse contain,
Breezes of the new-born Spring,
Lords and ladies, fine and fair,
People all, in bright array,
THE UNIVERSITY BOAT-RACE OF 1872.
"One receiveth the prize."
Pull hard, my boys, pull hard,
For muck of earth,
For gold or silver's worth;
'Tis to obtain
A higher nobler gain,
That deathless fame,
Which none but spirits bold and brave can claim.
Pull harder yet, boys, pull,
And force the slender hull
To cut her way
Right through the watery spray ;
Bravo! Well done!
"The Cam, the Cam has won,"
With mighty roar
Thunder ten thousand tongues from shore to shore.
THE DEMON OF WAR.
"Destruction upon destruction."
The Fury waves her brand of war,
"To arms," the maddened nations cry,
"On, on,—we conquer or we die.”
Peace droops her head, and Commerce sighs,
A mother's shriek, a widow's wail;
Killed and were killed-her dire command.