Hands clasped, the second weep beside a grave.

The same two sisters;—long upon each other,

Stern have they frowned across their Channel sea:

But now all rivalries and hates they smother,

And sit thus, hand in hand laid lovingly.

Why, sisters, rest ye thus at peace together,

Your ancient feuds and factions all laid by?—

Why smile you in that purple Asian weather?

Why weep you 'neath that leaden Polar sky?

"Two causes, stranger, hold us thus united—