Have they not sprung to minister to health. What triumphs of constructive power are here, What force in those huge engines doth appear, Which leagued with steam are conquering time and space And quickening intellect to giant's pace. And see, yon granite structure towering high, As if earth's wildest tempest to defy, Lighthouse of Eddystone, reared at Land's End, To storm-tossed mariners an angel friend! And fitting offspring of this noble tower, To shipwrecked mariners a priceless dower, Are those blest life-boats merciful to save Full many a sufferer from a watery grave. Yonder the graceful trophy, typical Of our fair City's commerce, trade and skill, A not unworthy tribute to form part Of the world's storehouse of constructive art. Magnificent displays from every clime! Columbia, Afric', Asia, all combine With Europe, in this peaceful contest won From every nation known beneath the Sun! Science, with her fair sister Art, unite With nature, to form parterres rare and bright, Preside at buffets of refreshment pure, To make enjoyment in the whole more sure. All industries have freely lent their aid. And to our city's fete grand tribute made, Too numerous the products, rich and rare, In this too brief description to have share, Suffice it that the whole is richly worth A pilgrimage from any part of earth, Besides the lustre shed by thee, dear Queen, Over the practical, inspiring scene. Well do we, who are acting out life's part In its last scene, remember with sad heart, How nearly five and thirty years ago, Thou came'st here, with thy loved one, in life's glow! Albert the Good! long shall his honoured name Deep love and reverence from all people claim; Cultured and intellectual, virtuous, kind. His manly heart was generous and refined.