Ring out, gay notes! through the brightening blue;
Peal forth o'er the shimmering wave; Re-echo in souls of the brave; Bestir the hearts of the loyal and true.

Anthem the years of the peaceful decades
When learning asserted its sway, And poortith revived in its ray; When science and art illumined our glades.

Broken that power which the conscience would bind,
Base umpire 'twixt God and the soul; No tyrant free speech doth control; Loosed are the fetters which burdened the mind.

Rides Progress aloft on triumphal car,
Out-coursing the wings of the wind; To the gorgeous fanes of Ind Rich blossoms his path, from the Polar star.

Philanthrophy opeth her gentle hand;
Devotion Heaven's dictate obeys; Dawns clearly Hope's halcyon days;— Golden their gleam, as Aurora's bright wand.

Live Commerce, careering the white crested wave,
Quells baneful suspicion and fear; From high unto lowliest sphere Blendeth in union—our Empire to save.

II.

Now harmony striketh a tender chord
In the lay true Loyalty sings; For the offering which she brings Is dearer than trophy won by the sword.

Rolls from our vision the mist of the years,
Adown through the dark aisles of time, Life's canvas, with picture sublime, In its radiance of beauty, appears.

Soft falleth the sun of a kindly zone
On the Abbey, so old and grey; On the tomb of a former day; Bathing in splendor the image of stone.

Sparkling in flame on the jewelled brow
Of the peeress, highborn and fair; Anon on the mouldering chair, Yclad of the royal, pure ermine, now.

Arrayed in the trappings of princely state,
Loadstar of a glittering band; Our fair young Lady of the land— She stands—the greatest where all are great.

Crowned with the crown which her brave fathers bore,
Largess of honors kiss her feet; Enwraps her with dignity meet Prestige of might, as the birthright of yore.

High-throned in the love of a nation's heart,
Rich treasures of promise, I ween, Cheer the steps of our youthful Queen; Lighten the future, and courage impart.

III.

Vanished that picture of glorious youth,
Dark clouds o'er life's midsummer came; Yet scathless the seasons retain The loving trust, and the honor and truth.

Full oft, o'er the fairest spring morning,
There falleth a bitter, cold blight; Oft shroudeth in darksomest night The ruddiest sun heaven adorning.

So fell he in full flush of his manhood,
So dropt they in life's glowing spring; Yet the anguished soul wakened to sing, The tear-bedimmed eyes perceived the All-Good.

Richer than diamond of Indian mine
The treasure Victoria owns; Firmest pillar of earthly thrones, True sympathy,—typing the Love Divine.

Thrice blessÈd sympathy! may it surround
And cheer her graceful evening's calm; Till sceptre yields to victor's palm, May the faith and hope, and the love abound.

Voice then the homage of millions as one;
Wreathe garlands of amaranth flowers; Nor last be Canada—hers and ours;— For here doth the blood of true fealty run.

Thunder it over the wide ocean's sheen!
Sing it by peaceful inland sea; "God bless our glorious Jubilee! God bless and defend our most noble Queen!"