50 The Canary. 



song and twitterings of delight, where they reigned as 

 the undisputed " Sultan" and " Sultana" of their race. 



"And let the good be named 'The Good;' 



The true, 'The True ;' the brave, 'The Crave;'— 



Titles not bought and sold for blood. 



Like those our war-girt monarchs gave — 



And let the just be still 'The Just,^ 



So men shall know wherein they trust. 



" Look on our noble once again, — 



None nobler graced the ranks of old ; 

 No death-strewn fields his honours stain; 



He battles not for fame nor gold; 

 But with an earnest, loving heart, 

 He Cometh still, and plays his part. 



"No painted badge, no tinsel star. 



Lie idly glittering on his breast; 

 But — nobler, grander, worthier far — 



Truth's light stands in his eyes confest: 

 And round the broad brow proudly plays. 

 That glows and brightens in its blaze ! 



"This brave, high homage, spirit-paid. 



Shall shrine the worth of woman too, 

 Fitly entitling wife and maid, 



' The Meek,' ' The Tender,' or ' The True,' 

 And she whose brow small beauty wears. 

 May yet well grace the name she bears. 

 " Is this a dream ? No ! — by the past. 



With its dense darkness— pierced at length — 

 And by the present— brightening fast — 



And by the future's noon-day strength, 

 Earth's truly Great and Good shall be 

 Her last, best aristocracy !" 



—'-'''^^BM^M^^^'— 



