Classic Poem

LAID BY THE " AGAMEMNON " AND " NIAGARA. "

'Tis fit the grand old kingly name
Of which the kingliest poet sings,
Should eastward bear Jove's track of flame,
And link it to the land of kings.

'Tis well, Niagara, whose renown
With Freedom mingles evermore,
Should westward lay its burden down,
And chain the world to Freedom's shore.

'Tis done; the angry sea consents —
The nations stand no more apart;
With clasped hands the continents
Feel throbbings of each other's heart.

Speed, speed, the Cable; let it run,
A loving girdle, round the earth,
Till all the nations 'neath the sun,
Shall be as brothers at one hearth, —

As brothers, pledging hand in hand,
One freedom for the world abroad,
One commerce over every land,
One language, and one God!