Ode.

Of free-born British fathers ; for our homes Are fill'd with peace . GOD give her peace again And lengthen out her days , that she may know Wfiat 'tis to hold a Nation ' s heart of love ,

Whose very boasts , could they but speak , would cry God save the Queen , belov'd Victoria , The great and good ; of all our noble lines , Greatest , and best , aud most beloved of all ! And , when her earthly days of rule are o ' er

Grant her a bri ghter sceptre in the skies , To reign for ever under Him whose rule She and we own , Eternal King of Kiivs . And thou , beloved son of such a Queen , Heir to the sovereignty of this vast realm , AVhich , like our Masonry , knows not a bound

Save Larth s deep centre and the firmament Stretching from sky to sky , from pole to pole . May the Most High make thee as Solomon , Give thee a wise aud understanding heart Such as no other monarch had before , And grant that thou thy wisdom may ' st transmit

To the last heir of thy illustrious line , To rule us till all earthl y rule shall end . That so , when God shall place thee on 0111 throne Thy lands in peace may rest ; foes quake with fear , Nor dare disturb the rest that Heaven sends

. Be all thy subjects still prepared as wo , " Beady , aye ready , " or for work or war ; Each handle well the trowel aud the sword , To build in peace and to defend iu need , Spreading the strong cement of brother-love And evermore maintaining what is done :

And may the Almighty Architect of ivorlds Still rule the labour , laying stone on stone , Pillar to Pillar add ; iu every arch Fixing the keystone firm , and the capestone fair , — " Gracegrace unto it" ever be the

, , cry , Till this vast empire shall appear but one Vast temple to the praise of GOD Most High . In which mayst thou , as His vicegerent here , Sit thronedthe wise Grand Master

, , years thy fill And whatsoever blessing still attends Adouai ' s word , be shower'd upon thee •—• The corn , abundant , for thy people ' s food , That so gaunt hunger never may be found

Avithin thy realm , and , neath thy bounteous hand , All may be fed , full and abundantly;—The wine of gladness still in rivers flow Throughout thy empire , cheering every heart , Bidding each saddened bosom leap and sing .

The oil of joy , be pour'd on every head Till every eye be bright , each cup o ' erflow , And all be fill'd , that so thy happy days May find no parallel since Earth began . May this thy visit to this favour'd laud Prove a rich blessingboth to it and thee .

, May India ' s teeming millions leam to love And honour him who now amongst them comes . May loyalty grow fixed in every breast , And every hand be ready to defend .

May millions bless thee , whereso ' er thy foot Finds ground to tread , and blessing still return On India ' s millions , scatter'd rouudthy way , Thick as they strew thy path with Orient bloom . And when thou meetest India ' s

subject-Kings , Take thou their hearts by storm ; false treachery Avoid thine eye and flee thee evermore : True loyal hearts go with thee , such as those That now surround theeever lovingly .

, May tho Most High guide thee , from end to end Of this vast land , andguard thee aye from ill Till thou return safe to our own fair land And anxious hearts , that follow still thy

course AVith fervent prayers for blessings on tliy head ; That hang upon thy every step and word , Flash'd , by bound lightnings , to their eager ken Aud wedevotedlywill join our prayers

, , Still , clay by day and every waking hour , That health and peace and joy may tend on thee ; That Heaven may still its choices blessings shower On those , thy nearestdearest left behind .

, And , though some heremaynever look again On those lov'd features , still shall they be fixed Indelibly , sun-painted on each heart ; And every pulse shall send to Heaven the prayer

AVe offer now—GOD BLESS THEE , PRINCE OF WALES ! Mas . Herald of W . India .