A VOTE OF THANKS.

Clasping hands from your two lands, Twins in time and death !

Both your names one love proclaims, In one ardent breath.

Different races, different faces,

Different speeches—what ye've done, At the appeal of one pure zeal,

Melts them all to one.

Noble blows, as fervent foes, Once ye dealt each other; Nobler far the death-strokesare Brother shares with brother.

Face to face, ye showed the world, Once, what men could do—

Side by side, your flags unfurled, Now all your past deeds outdo.

To our aide, when heroes died, Crushed by masses, seven to one,— All on flame, our brothers came, And the day was won !

Then the cheer Earth ne'er did hear

Save where Fate bids die or win !- From our ranks pealed England's thanks,

As they bounded in.

To the brave the hail we gave In that glorious cry, Like the rapture of despair, Went up to the sky.

Men of England! men of France ! The sad glories of the field With your blood your brotherhood To all time have sealed.

O'er the-bed of England's dead France's tears have run ;

England's praise fond homage pays To the deeds that France has done.

A. B.