Though worlds to their foundations reel, The sport of factious Hate or godless Zeal.

AIR.-BASS

Albert, in thy race we cherish

A Nation's strength that will not perish
While England's sceptered Line

True to the King of Kings is found ;
Like that Wise * Ancestor of thine

Who threw the Saxon shield o'er Luther's life,
When first, above the yells of bigot strife,
The trumpet of the Living Word

Assumed a voice of deep portentous sound
From gladdened Elbe to startled Tiber heard.

CHORUS

What shield more sublime

E'er was blazoned or sung?

And the PRINCE whom we greet

From its Hero is sprung.

Resound, resound the strain

That hails him for our own!

Again, again, and yet again;

For the Church, the State, the Throne!
And that Presence fair and bright,

Ever blest wherever seen,

Who deigns to grace our festal rite,

The pride of the Islands, VICTORIA THE QUEEN!

* Frederic the Wise, Elector of Saxony (1847).

TO MISS SELLON

This sonnet exists, in Wordsworth's handwriting; but it is doubtful whether it was written by him, or not.

Possibly Mr. Quillinan wrote it. The place, and the date of compositiongiven in MS.—are, "Ambleside, 22nd February, 1849." Miss Sellon was a relation of the late Count Cavour.-ED.

THE vestal priestess of a sisterhood who knows

No self, and whom the selfish scorn

She seeks a wilderness of weed and thorn,
And, undiverted from the blessed mood
By keen reproach or blind ingratitude,

A wreath she twines of blossoms lowly born-
An amaranthine crown of flowers forlorn—
And hangs her garland on the Holy Rood.
Sister of Mercy, bravely hast thou won
From men who winnow charity from Faith
The Pharasaic sneer that treats as dross

The works by faith ordained. Pursue thy path,
Till, at the last, thou hear the voice-"Well done,
Thou good and faithful servant of the Cross."

"THE WORSHIP OF THIS SABBATH MORN"

BY DOROTHY WORDSWORTH

These lines were published in The Monthly Packet, in July 1891, where the following note is appended by Miss Christabel Coleridge :-" Written circa 1852-3, and given to Mrs. Derwent Coleridge." But Miss Edith Coleridge, and Mr. E. H. Coleridge, tell me that they think they "belong to an earlier period." Mr. Coleridge writes, "I have heard Miss Wordsworth repeat the lines now printed, seated in her arm-chair, on the terrace at Rydal Mount."--ED.

THE worship of this Sabbath morn,
How sweetly it begins!

With the full choral hymn of birds
Mingles no sad lament for sins.

Alas! my feet no more may join
The cheerful Sabbath train ;
But if I inwardly lament,

Oh! may a will subdued all grief restrain.

No prisoner am I on this couch,

My mind is free to roam,

And leisure, peace, and loving friends,

Are the best treasures of an earthly home.

Such gifts are mine, then why deplore
The body's slow decay?

A warning mercifully sent

To fix my hopes upon a surer stay.

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