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Roll and rejoice, jubilant voice,

Roll as a ground-swell dash'd on the strand,
Roar as the sea when he welcomes the land,
And welcome her, welcome the land's desire,
The sea-kings' daughter as happy as fair,
Blissful bride of a blissful heir,

Bride of the heir of the kings of the sea-
O joy to the people and joy to the throne,
Come to us, love us and make us your own:
For Saxon or Dane or Norman we,
Teuton or Celt, or whatever we be,

We are each all Dane in our welcome of thee,

Alexandra !

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Who made the serf a man, and burst his


Has given our Prince his own imperial Flower, Alexandrovna.

And welcome, Russian flower, a people's pride, To Britain, when her flowers begin to blow ! From love to love, from home to home you


From mother unto mother, stately bride,

Marie Alexandrovna !


The golden news along the steppes is blown,
And at thy name the Tartar tents are stirr'd;
Elburz and all the Caucasus have heard;
And all the sultry palms of India known,

The voices of our universal sea

On capes of Afric as on cliffs of Kent, The Maoris and that Isle of Continent, And loyal pines of Canada murmur thee, Marie Alexandrovna !


Fair empires branching, both, in lusty life!— Yet Harold's England fell to Norman swords; Yet thine own land has bow'd to Tartar


Since English Harold gave its throne a wife,
Alexandrovna !

For thrones and peoples are as waifs that swing,
And float or fall, in endless ebb and flow ;
But who love best have best the grace to


That Love by right divine is deathless king,

Marie Alexandrovna !


And Love has led thee to the stranger land, Where men are bold and strongly say their


See, empire upon empire smiles to-day, As thou with thy young lover hand in hand

Alexandrovna !

So now thy fuller life is in the west,

Whose hand at home was gracious to thy


Thy name was blest within the narrow door; Here also, Marie, shall thy name be blest, Marie Alexandrovna !


Shall fears and jealous hatreds flame again?
Or at thy coming, Princess, everywhere,
The blue heaven break, and some diviner air
Breathe thro' the world and change the hearts

of men,

Alexandrovna ?

But hearts that change not, love that cannot


And peace be yours, the peace of soul in soul! And howsoever this wild world may roll, Between your peoples truth and manful peace, Alfred-Alexandrovna !



AND Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, little Anne?

Ruddy and white, and strong on his legs, he looks like a man.

And Willy's wife has written she never was over-wise,

Never the wife for Willy: he wouldn't take my advice.


For, Annie, you see, her father was not the man

to save,

Hadn't a head to manage, and drank himself into his grave.

Pretty enough, very pretty! but I was against it for one.

Eh!- but he wouldn't hear me-and Willy, you say, is gone.

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