Our brethren cross the Atlantic tides, Loading the gallant decks, which once Roared a defiance to our guns, With peaceful store; Symbol of peace, their vessel rides![2] O'er English waves float Star and Stripe, And from their friendly anchors gripe The father-shore! From Rhine and Danube, Rhone and Seine, As rivers from their sources gush, The swelling floods of nations rush, And seaward pour: From coast to coast in friendly chain, With countless ships we bridge the straits; And angry Ocean separates Europe no more. From Mississippi and from Nile-- From Baltic, Ganges, Bosphorus, In England's Ark assembled thus Are friend and guest. Look down the mighty sunlit aisle, And see the sumptuous banquet set, The brotherhood of nations met Around the feast! Along the dazzling colonnade, Far as the straining eye can gaze, Gleam cross and fountain, bell, and vase, In vistas bright. And statues fair of nymph and maid, And steeds and pards and Amazons, Writhing and grappling in the bronze, In endless fight. To deck the glorious roof and dome, To make the Queen a canopy, The peaceful hosts of industry Their standards bear. Yon are the works of Brahmin loom; On such a web of Persian thread The desert Arab bows his head, And cries his prayer. Look yonder where the engines toil; These England's arms, of conquest are, The trophies of her bloodless war: Brave weapons these. Victorious over wave and soil, With these she sails, she weaves, she tills Pierces the everlasting hills, And spans the seas. The engine roars upon its race, The shuttle whirrs along the woof, The people hum from floor to roof, With Babel tongue. The fountain in the basin plays, The chanting organ echoes clear, An awful chorus 'tis to hear, A wondrous song! Swell organ, swell your trumpet blast, March, Queen, and Royal pageant, march By splendid aisle and springing arch Of this fair Hall: And see! above the fabric vast, God's boundless Heaven is bending blue, God's peaceful Sun is beaming through And shining over all. April 29. FOOTNOTES: [2] The St. Lawrence. THE SECOND WIFE: OR, THE TABLES TURNED. WRITTEN FOR THE INTERNATIONAL MONTHLY MAGAZINE.