Volume V Part 3 (2/2)

If wealth thou art wooing, or t.i.tle, or fame, There is that in the doing brings honour or shame; There is something in running life's perilous race, Will stamp thee as worthy, or brand thee as base.

Oh, then, be a man--and, whatever betide, Keep truth thy companion, and honour thy guide.

If a king--be thy kings.h.i.+p right royally shewn, And trust to thy subjects to shelter thy throne; Rely not on weapons or armies of might, But on that which endureth,--laws loving and right.

Though a king, be a man--and, whatever betide, Keep truth thy companion, and honour thy guide.

If a n.o.ble--remember, though ancient thy blood, The heart truly n.o.ble is that which is good; Should a stain of dishonour encrimson thy brow, Thou art slave to the peasant that sweats at the plough.

Be n.o.ble as man--and, whatever betide, Keep truth thy companion, and honour thy guide.

If lover or husband--be faithful and kind, For doubting is death to the sensitive mind; Love's exquisite pa.s.sion a breath may destroy; The sower in faith, reapeth harvests of joy.

Love dignifies man--and, whatever betide, Keep truth thy companion, and honour thy guide.

If a father--be firm, yet forgiving, and prove How the child honours him who rebuketh with love.

If rich, or if poor, or whate'er thou may'st be, Remember the truthful alone are the free.

Erect in thy manhood, whatever betide, Keep truth thy companion, and honour thy guide.

Then, though sickness may come, or misfortunes may fall, There is that in thy bosom surviveth them all; Truth, honour, love, friends.h.i.+p, no tempests can pale, They are beacons of light in adversity's gale.

Oh, the manlike is G.o.dlike--no ill shall betide While truth 's thy companion, and honour thy guide.

OUR s.h.i.+P.[2]

A song, a song, brave hearts, a song, To the s.h.i.+p in which we ride, Which bears us along right gallantly, Defying the mutinous tide.

Away, away, by night and day, Propelled by steam and wind, The watery waste before her lies, And a flaming wake behind.

Then a ho and a hip to the gallant s.h.i.+p That carries us o'er the sea, Through storm and foam, to a western home The home of the brave and free.

With a fearless bound to the depths profound, She rushes with proud disdain, While pale lips tell the fears that swell, Lest she never should rise again.

With a courser's pride she paws the tide, Unbridled by bit I trow, While the churlish sea she dashes with glee In a cataract from her prow.

Then a ho and a hip, &c.

She bears not on board a lawless horde, Piratic in thought or deed, Yet the sword they would draw in defence of law, In the nation's hour of need.

Professors and poets, and merchant men Whose voyagings never cease; From sh.o.r.e to sh.o.r.e, the wide world o'er, Their bonds are the bonds of peace.

Then a ho and a hip, &c.

She boasts the brave, the dutiful, The aged and the young, And woman bright and beautiful, And childhood's prattling tongue.

With a dip and a rise, like a bird she flies, And we fear not the storm or squall; For faithful officers rule the helm, And heaven protects us all.

Then a ho and a hip to the gallant s.h.i.+p That carries us o'er the sea, Through storm and foam, to a western home, The home of the brave and free.

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