The sun arose, that erst had left
Our Home-Rule argosy,
And he shone bright, our course was right,
The "flowing tide" ran free.
Higher and higher every day
Our sun shone bright and clear—
St. Stephen's Guest here beat his breast,
For he heard the loud "Hear! Hear!"
St. Stephen's Guest heareth that business is toward within; but the monologuising Mariner continueth his tale.
The Speaker hath paced into the House,