And shouted but once more aloud, "My father, must I stay?" While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud, They wrapt the ship in splendor wild, And streamed above the gallant child There came a burst of thunder-sound- With fragments strewed the sea! With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, Felicia Dorothea Hemans. BURY YOUR WRONGS In the very depths of yourself dig a grave. Let it be like some forgotten spot to which no path leads; and there, in the eternal silence, bury the wrongs that you have suffered. Your heart will feel as if a weight had fallen from it, and a divine peace come to abide with you. Charles Wagner. AMERICA TO ENGLAND Read at the Lotos Club dinner to Whitelaw Reid The youngest of the nations, Grown stalwart in the West, Yearns back to where each morning "Ours are the old traditions Of Saxon and of Kelt; We visit rare Westminster, And kneel where you have knelt. Your restful country places, Hills, lakes, and London town- Their memories we inherit And share in their renown. "Your Avon is our Avon; Song knows no border line; Is given a welcome place. "Your mighty men of science "You fought the fight for freedom We won at Appomattox, But you had won before; "Our Washington and Lincoln Were of your sturdy stockCut out of Milton's quarry, One piece with Cromwell's rock. Our Pilgrims learned the lesson That English means the free, And through the wintry weather They brought it over sea. "Then let this glorious vision Along our pathway gleam |