Whence the soul takes fire of sweet remembrance, magnified and blest. Thought of songs whose flame-winged feet have trod the unfooted water-floor When the lord of all the living lords of souls bade speed their quest ; Soft live sound like children's babble down the rippling sand's incline, Or the lovely song that loves them, hailed with thank ful prayer and plea; These are parcels of the harvest here whose gathered sheaves are mine, Garnered now, but sown and reaped where winds make wild with wrath or glee Here the limitless north-eastern, there the strait south western sea. Song, thy name is freedom, seeing thy strength was born of breeze and brine. Fare now forth and fear no fortune: such a seal is set on thee. Joy begat and memory bare thee, seeing in spirit a two fold sign, Even the sign of those thy fosters, each as thou from all time free, Here the limitless north-eastern, there the strait south western sea. LONDON: PRINTED BY SPOTTISWOODE AND CO., NEW-STREET SQUARE AND PARLIAMENT STREET |