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 Brave;' 



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, 

 Mav 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 !" 



