First pledge our Queen this solemn night, Then drink to England, every guest; That man's the best Cosmopolite Who knows his native country best.

L'Abbe de Ville proposed a toast, His master, as the rising Sun: Reisbach then gave the Empress Queen, As the bright moon and much praise won. The Earl of Stair, whose turn next came, Gave for his toast his own King Will, As Joshua the sun of Nun, Who made both Sun and Moon stand still.

My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea: But, before I go, Tom Moore, Here's a double health to thee!

Weren't the last drop in the well, As I gasp'd upon the brink, Ere my fainting spirit fell, 'Tis to thee that I would drink.

The shell must break before the bird can fly.

And so the Word had breath, and wrought/ With human hands the creed of creeds/ In loveliness of perfect deeds,/ More strong than all poetic thought.