VICTORIA'S TEARS.

"Hark! the reiterated clangor sounds!
Now murmurs, like the sea or like the storm,
Or like the flames on forests, move and mount
From rank to rank, and loud and louder roll,
Till all the people is one vast applause."
LANDER'S Gebir.

"O MAIDEN! heir of kings!
A king has left his place!
The majesty of death has swept

All other from his face!

And thou upon thy mother's breast,

No longer lean adown,

But take the glory for the rest,

And rule the land that loves thee best!"
She heard and wept-

She wept, to wear a crown!

They decked her courtly halls; They reined her hundred steeds; They shouted at her palace gate,

"A noble Queen succeeds!" Her name has stirred the mountain's sleep, Her praise has filled the town!

And mourners God had stricken deep, Looked hearkening up, and did not weep. Alone she wept,

Who wept, to wear a crown!

She saw no purple shine,

For tears had dimmed her eyes;
She only knew her childhood's flowers
Were happier pageantries!

And while her heralds played the part,
For million shouts to drown
"God save the Queen" from hill to mart,
She heard through all her beating heart,
And turned and wept —

She wept, to wear a crown!

God save thee, weeping Queen! Thou shalt be well beloved!

making years!

A nation looks to thee

For steadfast sympathy:

As those pure tears have moved! The nature in thine eyes we see, That tyrants cannot own

all its gathered tears.

And so the grateful isles

Shall give thee back their smiles,

And as thy mother joys in thee, in them shalt thou rejoice;

Rejoice to meekly bow

A somewhat paler brow,

While the King of kings shall bless thee by

the British people's voice!

ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING.

Strange blessing on the nation lies,

Whose Sovereign wept —
Yea! wept, to wear its crown!

God bless thee, weeping Queen, With blessing more divine! And fill with happier love than earth's, That tender heart of thine! That when the thrones of earth shall be As low as graves brought down;