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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538714" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>May-Day Ode</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">But yesterday a naked sod<br>The dandies sneered from Rotten Row,<br>And cantered o'er it to and fro:<br>And see 'tis done!<br>As though 'twere by a wizard's rod<br>A blazing arch of lucid glass<br>Leaps like a fountain from the grass<br>To meet the sun!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A quiet green but few days since,<br>With cattle browsing in the shade:<br>And here are lines of bright arcade<br>In order raised!<br>A palace as for fairy Prince,<br>A rare pavilion, such as man<br>Saw never since mankind began,<br>And built and glazed!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A peaceful place it was but now,<br>And lo! within its shining streets<br>A multitude of nations meets;<br>A countless throng<br>I see beneath the crystal bow,<br>And Gaul and German, Russ and Turk,<br>Each with his native handiwork<br>And busy tongue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I felt a thrill of love and awe<br>To mark the different garb of each,<br>The changing tongue, the various speech<br>Together blent:<br>A thrill, methinks, like His who saw<br>'All people dwelling upon earth<br>Praising our God with solemn mirth<br>And one consent.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">High Sovereign, in your Royal state,<br>Captains, and chiefs, and councillors,<br>Before the lofty palace doors<br>Are open set,—<br>Hush ere you pass the shining gate:<br>Hush! ere the heaving curtain draws,<br>And let the Royal pageant pause<br>A moment yet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">People and prince a silence keep!<br>Bow coronet and kingly crown.<br>Helmet and plume, bow lowly down,<br>The while the priest,<br>Before the splendid portal step,<br>(While still the wondrous banquet stays,)<br>From Heaven supreme a blessing prays<br>Upon the feast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then onwards let the triumph march;<br>Then let the loud artillery roll,<br>And trumpets ring, and joy-bells toll,<br>And pass the gate.<br>Pass underneath the shining arch,<br>'Neath which the leafy elms are green;<br>Ascend unto your throne, O Queen!<br>And take your state.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold her in her Royal place;<br>A gentle lady; and the hand<br>That sways the sceptre of this land,<br>How frail and weak!<br>Soft is the voice, and fair the face:<br>She breathes amen to prayer and hymn;<br>No wonder that her eyes are dim,<br>And pale her cheek.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This moment round her empire's shores<br>The winds of Austral winter sweep,<br>And thousands lie in midnight sleep<br>At rest to-day.<br>Oh! awful is that crown of yours,<br>Queen of innumerable realms<br>Sitting beneath the budding elms<br>Of English May!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A wondrous scepter 'tis to bear:<br>Strange mystery of God which set<br>Upon her brow yon coronet,—<br>The foremost crown<br>Of all the world, on one so fair!<br>That chose her to it from her birth,<br>And bade the sons of all the earth<br>To her bow down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The representatives of man<br>Here from the far Antipodes,<br>And from the subject Indian seas,<br>In Congress meet;<br>From Afric and from Hindustan,<br>From Western continent and isle,<br>The envoys of her empire pile<br>Gifts at her feet;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our brethren cross the Atlantic tides,<br>Loading the gallant decks which once<br>Roared a defiance to our guns,<br>With peaceful store;<br>Symbol of peace, their vessel rides!*<br>O'er English waves float Star and Stripe,<br>And firm their friendly anchors gripe<br>The father shore!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From Rhine and Danube, Rhone and Seine,<br>As rivers from their sources gush,<br>The swelling floods of nations rush,<br>And seaward pour:<br>From coast to coast in friendly chain,<br>With countless ships we bridge the straits,<br>And angry ocean separates<br>Europe no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From Mississippi and from Nile—<br>From Baltic, Ganges, Bosphorous,<br>In England's ark assembled thus<br>Are friend and guest.<br>Look down the mighty sunlit aisle,<br>And see the sumptuous banquet set,<br>The brotherhood of nations met.<br>Around the feast!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Along the dazzling colonnade,<br>Far as the straining eye can gaze,<br>Gleam cross and fountain, bell and vase,<br>In vistas bright;<br>And statues fair of nymph and maid,<br>And steeds and pards and Amazons,<br>Writhing and grappling in the bronze,<br>In endless fight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To deck the glorious roof and dome,<br>To make the Queen a canopy,<br>The peaceful hosts of industry<br>Their standards bear.<br>Yon are the works of Brahmin loom;<br>On such a web of Persian thread<br>The desert Arab bows his head<br>And cries his prayer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look yonder where the engines toil:<br>These England's arms of conquest are,<br>The trophies of her bloodless war:<br>Brave weapons these.<br>Victorians over wave and soil,<br>With these she sails, she weaves, she tills,<br>Pierces the everlasting hills<br>And spans the seas.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The engine roars upon its race,<br>The shuttle whirs the woof,<br>The people hum from floor to roof,<br>With Babel tongue.<br>The fountain in the basin plays,<br>The chanting organ echoes clear,<br>An awful chorus 'tis to hear,<br>A wondrous song!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Swell, organ, swell your trumpet blast,<br>March, Queen and Royal pageant, march<br>By splendid aisle and springing arch<br>Of this fair Hall:<br>And see! above the fabric vast,<br>God's boundless Heaven is bending blue,<br>God's peaceful sunlight's beaming through,<br>And shines o'er all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Makepeace+Thackeray">William Makepeace Thackeray</a><div class=q>
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The dandies sneered from Rotten Row,
And cantered o'er it to and fro:
And see 'tis done!
As though 'twere by a wizard's rod
A blazing arch of lucid glass
Leaps like a fountain from the grass
To meet the sun!

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