Of England's fame, from strand to strand,
Their songs have been the widest wingers.
So, Adonais, this great day
Were "Welcome as the flowers in May!"
The "flowery band" of Keats's song
Our Empire's sons to-day are wreathing;
Long may it bind, and blossom long.
The May-flower's fragrance round us breathing
Is nothing sweeter than the thought
To patriot hearts of loyal union.