II.

Not blest? not saved? Who dares to doubt all well With holy Innocence, a Christian seed?

Presumptuous priest,-I scorn thy bigot creed,

And tell thee,—truer than the Fathers tell,——

That babes unborn are Jesu's lambs indeed!

Thou teachest, that, as if by magic force,

A rite, a formula, redeems from hell,

A drop of water saving as of course,-
And this unspilt, no Grace!-O heathen spell,
Rome's heresy!-there is a surer source

Of baptism for the soul than thou canst give, And Christian parents dip their children there

Unborn, or born, to die, as well as live,

In Heaven's own font of faith and hope and pray'r.

Winterhalter's Royal Children.

How pleasantly from out their arches golden
These faces smile on me; how kindly they

By beauteous love my loyalty embolden,

And round my heart-springs like a sunbeam play, And with sweet voices to my spirit say

Up! our true knight, as in the tourneys olden,—
Stand thou for us against all evil tongues!

In truth, O Royal Children of my Queen
My spirit vows, I will!-'twas ever seen
In this poor world that calumnies and wrongs
Afflict the highest; it hath sometimes been

A mouse may save the lion from a snare;
So, may my true devotion help to spare

From any grief these gracious looks serene.

Genius bound: a Model.

DURHAM,-I well appreciate thy thought,
This pleading epic builded up of clay,

This new-created clod, so cold and gray
Yet so mindsodden and with feeling fraught,

To exquisite perfection slowly wrought

By thy true zeal through many a night and day:

Still must it be as it hath ever been,

Genius is bound; his eagle wings are caught

In that old serpent's coil; his hands are seen

Powerless at his side; his glances keen Proclaim a quiet holy baffled strength,―

No vulgar struggle with constraining fate,

No concentrated wilfulness of hate,

But calm resolve to soar aloft at length.

The Paris Gathering.

I.

ONCE more in the tourney of Science and Art

Our chivalrous millions contend;

Ready and willing with head and with heart

To do what we can on Humanity's part

As neighbour, and brother, and friend.

II.

For Commerce and Freedom and Truth to advance,

For growth of the good and the wise,

In generous rivalry breaking a lance

We go to be guests of magnanimous France,

And tilt for Utility's prize.

III.

In generous rivalry,-seeing we must,

Our armies have gone to the war,

To trample Ambition's brute force to the dust,

And succour the weak in the cause that is just,

And baffle this truculent Czar.

IV.

In generous rivalry now, side by side,

We conquer by land and by sea,

From Aland to Alma as brothers allied

We fight and we bleed,-we have triumph'd and died—

Together, to set the world free!

V.

And in the like kindliness, here in the West

As there in the storm-driven East,

We bring for each other the first and the best,

And spread that the world may be better'd and blest— Our great international feast.