OLD ENGLAND. "Come the three corners of the world in arms, LD England! thou mother of nations, Renowned in the annals of fame, What proud and ennobling sensations Awake to the sound of thy name ! How dear to thy sons and thy daughters That one little isle of the sea, Begirt by a bulwark of waters, The birthplace and grave of the free! How oft to the exile, when driven Thy strength have exulted to see, And the hearts of the fainting and fearful Have gathered fresh courage from thee! How oft in thy heart-stirring story Thy sons in the thick of the fight, By deeds of unparalleled glory, Have rendered their memory bright! But when, ever willing and speedy, Yet 'tis not the battle-field only Their fairest renown has obtained; For them deathless honour have gained: It is this that has ever surrounded For the cause that such heroes can waken Oh! long may old England thus flourish, The wisest and best of the world; And, though age with high honour has crowned her, Yet still be her banner unfurled ! May all that is noble flock thither; OIL ON THE TROUBLED WATERS. (Written on the eve of the General Election of 1868.) HE wind may sway the forest, ΤΗ Or over the mountain sweep, Driving the clouds before it, Deeply may run the river, And brightly its waters gleam ; So 'tis not in the times of tumult Nor in the troubled spirit That we find the purest thought : That the greatest good is done. Not that we should not differ, Or strive the wrong to vanquish, And as o'er the face of heaven Yet not one of all the number But a common source has found, And there's one blue sky above us, And one green earth around :— So, although in life's wide struggle Yet will we all endeavour As friends to meet and part, And, however our thoughts may differ, We'll yet be one in heart. |