(FOR THE FIVE-HUNDREDTH NUMBER OF THE 'CORNHILL MAGAZINE') FOR two-score years the tumbling spray Has fallen from our bows away; What change of skipper and of crew, Since first the CORNHILL sailed the blue, Grain-laden, Master, THACKERAY! TROLLOPE, GEORGE ELIOT, GASKELL -- nay, Our own dear 'Blackstick' of to-day, -- What wealth of genius old and new For two-score years! Once more we steer across the bay. With no vain thought our hearts are gay; Our log is clean, our course is true; What we have done, we mean to do; We hope, once more, to lead the way For two-score years! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SQUIRE BOWLING GREEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS RETURNING, WE HEAR THE LARKS by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 74. ST. LUKE THE PAINTER (OLD & NEW ART) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE METAMORPHOSIS OF THE WALNUT-TREE OF BOARSTELL: CANTO 1 by WILLIAM BASSE |