O high-beating hearts that are still'd in the deep Unknown treasure-caverns of Ocean! There, where storms cannot vex, the three hundred are laid In their silent heroic devotion. Rupert, nephew to Charles through his sister Elizabeth, wife to the Elector Palatine, after the ruin of his uncle's cause, carried on the struggle at sea. The incident here treated occurred on one of his last voyages, when cruising in the Atlantic near the Canaries: it is told at full length in E. Warburton's narrative of Rupert's life. _Brother is parting from brother_; Maurice, a year younger than himself,--then in the companion ship _Swallow_, in which Rupert, by the devoted determination of his comrades, was ultimately saved. Maurice was not long after drowned in the West Indies. _Flame-pikes_; Two 'fire-pikes,' it is stated, were burned as a signal just before the flag-ship sank. Three hundred and thirty-three was the estimate of the number drowned. THE RETURN OF LAW 1660 At last the long darkness of anarchy lifts, and the dawn o'er the gray In rosy pulsation floods; the tremulous amber of day: In the golden umbrage of spring-tide, the dewy delight of the sward, The liquid voices awake, the new morn with music reward. Peace in her car goes up; a rainbow curves for her road; Law and fair Order before her, the reinless coursers of God;-- Round her the gracious maids in circling majesty shine; They are rich in blossoms and blessings, the Hours, the white, the divine! Hands in sisterly hands they unite, eye calling on eye; Smiles more speaking than words, as the pageant sweeps o'er the sky. Plenty is with them, and Commerce; all gifts of all lands from her horn Raining on England profuse; and, clad in the beams of the morn, Her warrior-guardian of old the red standard rears in its might; And the Love-star trembles above, and passes, light into light.