THREE NAMES.

Virginia in her proud, Colonial days

Boasts three great names which full of glory shine;

Two glitter like the burnished heads of spears,

The third in tender light is half divine.

Turning that page my eager fancy hears

Trumpets and drums, and fleet on fleet appears.

Those names are graven deep and broad, to last

And outlast Ages: while recording Time

Hands down their story, worth an Epic Rhyme

To light her future by her splendid past:

One planned the Saxon's Empire o'er these lands,—

The other planted it with valiant hands —

The third, with Mercy's soft, celestial beams,

Lights fair romances, histories and dreams.