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

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