The daily morning journal and courier., 1902-08-11
KING EDWARD CROWNED.

AA&sL LAh anu ' 4Oh NEIL Across The sea the echo comes,
 To-day We crown Great BEiLain's king. The ar grows thrilled the green sea fOaLaS With fhe great words the moments bring. Over the sea on England's land
 The hours drift with gladdened sway; lowers and flags wTeaIhe sEchings grand, Edward the klng Is crowned to-day. From England's gray and misr-bOund shore To fair SOuthdOwns where sunbeams stay, Glad shouts are ringing more and more God save tine king We crown to-day. On COrnwaII's high and rock bound strand, Where wild waves fling their foaming
 spray,
 Loud Tlngs the cry where bOatmen stand. Long live the king We crown to-day. Over the peaceful hills and downs
 Where England's fruitful harvests &y Fair children wreathe their mowers in
 crowns
 And sing for Englands king to-day. The days of tears are wept and done, Of tears and fears and battles frOWn, When men fought meath a southern sun Till raging yassals bowed them down. The king wept for his mother queen, And women wept their loved ones slain, While shadow hid the sunshine's gleam And hours came and passed in pain. And o! the rOse-clad June brought fright; The fair loved June cast weepIngS down When people trembled with the night For the loved king they iOnged to crown. But summers gleam Is waiting still, And summers winds the tidings bring That I0y-bellS ring OCT plain and hill, While EnglanA'S people crown their king. And gladdened winds are drifting on, Gathering strains from field and town; God love the king, NictOria'S son;
 God save the king, fair England's own. Soft airs are flown with seraphed song, To fair Westminster Abbey blown; The sunbeams float ieweled crown To rest its stOried walls upon. Around Westminster's sacred dome
 The lights are glowing, glowing white: They've kissed and gleamed each jcweled
 crown
 Of fair-faced queen and battlsd knight. The warrior came from battles plain To hold his own, to take the crown: The scholar bowed beneath it's gIeam, And cast his pen and pamphlet down. Queens waited there in hope and fright To bow their heads in dangers thrall; Kings hurried there to grasp with might, And fair Westminster crowned them all. Westminster fair whose walls so grand Hold geams of jewels mirrored there From crowns when danger held the hand That reached to wear the ruby rare. But time has torn the thorns from fright, And time has misted dangers glare; And now, mid joy and pageant bright. This grand king-knight is crowned there. The priests anoint his brow and hands With gleaming oil sacred thing, While meath the cloth of gold he stands And prayers are said for Englands king. His ruby ring Is glowing fair
 And now the crown a sacred thing, Its jewels blessed with hymn and prayer, Rests on the head of England's king. He's waiting on St. Edwards chair! The sacred stone Is murmuring Its Omens glad mid rites and prayer, God save the king Long live the king! And there beside in love and pride
 Fair Alexandra waits-the queen Her crowned head no fears betide;
 May gladdest hope wreathe their proud
 reignt
 The trumpet sounds, the great day done, For king and queen glad shoutings ring; Princes and peers bend round the throne. God save the king! Long live the king!
 Angie NJ. Lucke.