Our England should not court again. The Laureate's accents ring

With scorn suppressed, a scorn deserved indeed, if still our part

Is to forget a purpose high that was dear to GORDON's heart.

"This earth has borne no simpler, nobler man." So then sang he

Who sounds a keen reveille now. "Can you help us?" What say we?

Oh, out on words, that come like WOLSELEY's host too late—too late!

Do—do, in the simple silent way that made lost GORDON great.

Surely these Boys that GORDON loved in the Home with GORDON's name

Should speak to every English heart that cares for our England's fame;

And what be forty thousand pounds as an offering made to him