Roll and rejoice, jubilant voice, Roll as a ground-swell dash'd on the strand, Bride of the heir of the kings of the sea- We are each all Dane in our welcome of thee, Alexandra ! Who made the serf a man, and burst his chain Has given our Prince his own imperial Flower, Alexandrovna. And welcome, Russian flower, a people's pride, To Britain, when her flowers begin to blow ! From love to love, from home to home you go, From mother unto mother, stately bride, Marie Alexandrovna ! II The golden news along the steppes is blown, The voices of our universal sea On capes of Afric as on cliffs of Kent, The Maoris and that Isle of Continent, And loyal pines of Canada murmur thee, Marie Alexandrovna ! III Fair empires branching, both, in lusty life!— Yet Harold's England fell to Norman swords; Yet thine own land has bow'd to Tartar hordes Since English Harold gave its throne a wife, For thrones and peoples are as waifs that swing, know That Love by right divine is deathless king, Marie Alexandrovna ! IV And Love has led thee to the stranger land, Where men are bold and strongly say their say; See, empire upon empire smiles to-day, As thou with thy young lover hand in hand Alexandrovna ! So now thy fuller life is in the west, Whose hand at home was gracious to thy poor: Thy name was blest within the narrow door; Here also, Marie, shall thy name be blest, Marie Alexandrovna ! V Shall fears and jealous hatreds flame again? of men, Alexandrovna ? But hearts that change not, love that cannot cease, And peace be yours, the peace of soul in soul! And howsoever this wild world may roll, Between your peoples truth and manful peace, Alfred-Alexandrovna ! THE GRANDMOTHER I AND Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, little Anne? Ruddy and white, and strong on his legs, he looks like a man. And Willy's wife has written she never was over-wise, Never the wife for Willy: he wouldn't take my advice. II For, Annie, you see, her father was not the man to save, Hadn't a head to manage, and drank himself into his grave. Pretty enough, very pretty! but I was against it for one. Eh!- but he wouldn't hear me-and Willy, you say, is gone. |