Reached a much longed-for goal, And solved the mystery that veiled The regions of the Pole. Thus proving inacessible The ice-ribbed polar sea, Ye've earned your laurels valiantly, Still it is well that we Join ye in rendering fervent thanks, To the Supreme above, For safe return in joyous health, To country, home and love. * * * * * TO THE INCONSTANT. Oh! what a change since last we met, when thou wert all my own, And love dictated every word, and sweetened every tone. Cold and repelling was the gaze that rested on the one Whose heart's devotion, true as steel, thy treachery had won. Who could have thought that vows exchanged before the God of heaven, And pledged so solemnly, could be so soon, so rudely riven? But, false one, I fling back to thee thy hollow, withering gaze, And spurn thee in the bitterest tones my scorn-strung voice can raise. * * * * * THANKSGIVING. Arise, ye valiant warrior hosts, arise! Now, in the flush of victory, pierce the skies With grateful outbursts of exultant praise. Such as victorious hosts alone can raise, To the great God of nations, Lord of lords, Who in your pride of conquests sheathes your swords, And claims your rapturous homage from afar, For all the brilliant exploits of the war.