Part 34 (1/2)

'Tis here we part;--for other eyes The busy deck, the fluttering streae and rise, The waves in foa fro o'er him, The deep blue desert, lone and drear, With heaven above and hoiant slobe to find it;-- This little speck the British Isles?

'Tis but a freckle,--never ling cataract roars and chuckles, And ridges stretched from pole to pole Heave till they crack their iron knuckles!

But Memory blushes at the sneer, And Honour turns with frown defiant, And Freedoiant: ”An islet is a world,” she said, ”When glory with its dust has blended, And Britain keeps her noble dead Till earth and seas and skies are rended!”

Beneath each swinging forest-bough Some arm as stout in death reposes,-- From ashed foot to heaven-kissed brow Her valour's life-blood runs in roses; Nay, let our brothers of the West Write ses, One-half her soil has walked the rest In poets, heroes,billow's clasp, Froe to rasp Her slender handful holds together; With cliffs of white and bowers of green, And Ocean narrowing to caress her, And hills and threaded streams between;-- Our little mother isle, God bless her!

Oliver Wendell Holmes

FOOTNOTES: [4] Robert Burns

God IS OUR REFUGE

God is our refuge and strength, A very present help in trouble

Therefore e not fear, though the earth do change, And though the h the waters thereof roar and be troubled, Though thethereof

THE LORD OF HOSTS IS WITH US; THE God OF JACOB IS OUR REFUGE

There is a river, the strealad the city of God, The holy place of the tabernacles of the Most High

God is in the midst of her; she shall not be

The nations raged, the kingdoms were moved: He uttered his voice, the earth melted

THE LORD OF HOSTS IS WITH US; THE God OF JACOB IS OUR REFUGE

Come, behold the works of the LORD, What desolations he hath made in the earth

He maketh wars to cease unto the end of the earth; He breaketh the bow, and cutteth the spear in sunder; He burneth the chariots in the fire

Be still, and know that I a the nations, I will be exalted in the earth

THE LORD OF HOSTS IS WITH US; THE God OF JACOB IS OUR REFUGE

Psalood treasure of the heart bringeth forth good things: and an evil s But I say unto you that every idle word that ive account thereof in the day of judgment

St Matthew, XII

INDIAN SUMMER

By the purple haze that lies On the distant rocky height, By the deep blue of the skies, By the s, Where Nature on her throne sits dreah the cloudless snohite,-- Winter's lovely herald greets us, Ere the ice-crowned giant meets us