Charging an army, while

All the world wonder'd :

Plunged in the battery-smoke

Right thro' the line they broke;

Cossack and Russian

Reel'd from the sabre-stroke

Shatter'd and sunder'd.

Then they rode back, but not

Not the six hundred.

V.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,

Cannon behind them

Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell,

While horse and hero fell,

They that had fought so well Came thro' the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell,

All that was left of them,

Left of six hundred.

VI.

When can their glory fade ?
O the wild charge they made !

All the world wonder'd.

Honour the charge they made ! Honour the Light Brigade,

Noble six hundred!

ODE SUNG AT THE OPENING OF

THE INTERNATIONAL

EXHIBITION.

I.

IPLIFT a thousand voices full and

sweet,

In this wide hall with earth's inven

tion stored,

And praise the invisible universal Lord, Who lets once more in peace the nations meet,

Where Science, Art, and Labour have outpour'd Their myriad horns of plenty at our feet.

II.

O silent father of our Kings to be
Mourn'd in this golden hour of jubilee,
For this, for all, we weep our thanks to thee !

III.

The world-compelling plan was thine,-
And, lo ! the long laborious miles
Of Palace; lo ! the giant aisles,
Rich in model and design;
Harvest-tool and husbandry,
Loom and wheel and enginery,
Secrets of the sullen mine,
Steel and gold, and corn and wine,
Fabric rough, or fairy-fine,
Sunny tokens of the Line,
Polar marvels, and a feast
Of wonder, out of West and East,
And shapes and hues of Art divine !
All of beauty, all of use,
That one fair planet can produce,

Brought from under every star,
Blown from over every main,
And mixt, as life is mixt with pain,

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The works of peace with works of war.

IV.

O ye, the wise who think, the wise who reign,
From growing commerce loose her latest chain,
And let the fair white-wing'd peacemaker fly
To happy havens under all the sky,
And mix the seasons and the golden hours ;
Till each man find his own in all men's good,
And all men work in noble brotherhood,
Breaking their mailed fleets and armed towers,
And ruling by obeying Nature's powers,
And gathering all the fruits of earth and crown'd