(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...THE PURPLE COW by FRANK GELETT BURGESS SOMEBODY'S DARLING by MARIE LA CONTE THE SURRENDER AT APPOMATTOX [APRIL 9, 1865] by HERMAN MELVILLE BIRD CONVERSATIONS, SELECTION by FARID OD-DIN MOHAMMAD EBN EBRAHIM ATTAR THE SHOES THAT DANCED by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |