Mr Swinburne’s Jubilee Ode.

Evening Star, Issue 7307, 3 September 1887, Page 5 (Supplement)

Mr Swinburne’s Jubilee Ode.

Late in the day, but not too late, Mr Swinburne has published his Jubilce Ode, which most fitly holds the first place in the June number of the ‘Nineteenth Century.’ The ode is in fifty stanzas, and is full ol patriotic sentiment of the Swinburne type. The following verses will enable the reader to judge of Mr Swinburne’s method and sentiment And now tho fifty yea's are flown, Since in a maiden's hand Iho sign Ol empire that no sea* confine First as a star to seaward shone, Wc see their record shine A troubled record foul and fair, A simple record and serene, Inscribes for praise a blameless Queen ; For praise and tlarae an age of care And change and ends unseen. Hope, wild of eye and wild of wing, Rose with the sundown of a reign, Whose grace should make the rough ways plain, And fill the worn, old world with spring. And heal its heart ol pain. Thee, mother, thee, our Queen, who gives tho Assurance lo tho heavens mart high And earth whereon her bondsmen sigh, That by the sea’s grace while thou livest Hope shall not wholly dio. That while thy free-folk hold tho van Ol all men, and the sea-spray, shed As dew more heavenly on thy head. Keeps bright thy face in sight of man, Man's pride shall drop not dead. Despair may wring men’s hearts, and fear Bow down their heads to kiss the dust, Where patriot me mori s rot and rust, And change makes faint a nation’s cheer, And faith yields up her trust. Not here this year have true men known, Not here this year may true men know, That brand ol shame-compelling woo Which bids but bravo men shrink or groan And lays but honor low. The strong spring wind blows notes of praise And hallowing pride of heart and cheer, Unchanging toward all truo men here Who hold tho trust of ancient doys High as of old this year.