A Royal Welcome.

By England's side we stand,     We grasp her royal hand,     And pay her rightful homage through her Son;     Thank God for England's care!     Thank God for Britain's heir!     Our hearts go forth to meet him - we are one.     A loyal Province pours     Her thousands to her shores,     From iron-girt Superior to the sea;     We feel our youthful blood     Surge through us like a flood,     There's not a slave amongst us - we are free.     For none but Freemen know     The truly loyal throe     That gives heroic impulse to the Man -     The passion and the fire,     The chivalrous desire:     Our Fathers all were heroes - in the van.     And we, their ardent sons,     Through whom, triumphant, runs     The old intrepid attribute serene,     Would leave our chosen land,     Our homes, our forests grand,     To strike for England's honour and her Queen.     No soulless welcome we     Dare give to such as thee:     Be thou a bright example to the world;     Great in thy well-earned fame,     Beloved in heart and name,     Wherever Britain's banner is unfurled.     Through all our leafy glades,     Through all our green arcades,     The living torrents, sweeping in, evince     That from their manly hearts     The Yeoman chorus starts:     'Honour to England's Heir! - long live the Prince!'     Oh, England! in this hour     We own thy sov'reign pow'r;     To thee and thine our best affections cling,     And when thy crown is laid     On Royal Albert's head,     With heart and soul we'll shout - GOD SAVE THE KING!