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Through the depths of Loch Katrine the steed | How, in the name of soldiership and sense,

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Be fickle, and thy year most part deformed
With dripping rains, or withered by a frost,
I would not yet exchange thy sullen skies,
And fields without a flower, for warmer France
With all her vines; nor for Ausonia's groves
Of golden fruitage and her myrtle bowers.
To shake thy senate, and from height sublime
Of patriot eloquence to flash down fire
Upon thy foes, was never meant my task:
But I can feel thy fortunes, and partake
Thy joys and sorrows with as true a heart
As any thunderer there. And I can feel
Thy follies too; and with a just disdain
Frown at effeminates whose very looks
Reflect dishonor on the land I love.

Should England prosper, when such things, as smooth

And tender as a girl, all essenced o'er
With odors, and as profligate as sweet,
Who sell their laurel for a myrtle wreath,
And love when they should fight, when such as
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To thee belongs the rural reign;

Thy cities shall with commerce shine; All thine shall be the subject main, And every shore encircle thine. Rule Britannia! etc.

The Muses, still with Freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coast repair;
Blest Isle with matchless beauty crowned,
And manly hearts to guard the fair.
Rule Britannia! etc.

JAMES THOMSON.

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We'd fight for our right to the island; We'd give them enough of the island; Invaders should just bite once at the dust, But not a bit more of the island.

THOMAS DIBDIN.

THE LAND, BOYS, WE LIVE IN.

FROM THE MYRTLE AND THE VINE."

SINCE our foes to invade us have long been preparing,

"T is clear they consider we 've something worth sharing,

And for that mean to visit our shore;

It behooves us, however, with spirit to meet 'em, And though 't will be nothing uncommon to beat 'em,

We must try how they'll take it once more: So fill, fill your glasses, be this the toast given, Here's England forever, the land, boys, we live in!

So fill, fill your glasses, be this the toast given, — Here's England forever, huzza!

Here's a health to our tars on the wide ocean ranging,

Perhaps even now some broadsides are exchanging,

We'll on shipboard and join in the fight; And when with the foe we are firmly engaging, Till the fire of our guns lulls the sea in its raging, On our country we 'll think with delight. So fill, fill your glasses, etc.

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Though ages long have past

Since our Fathers left their home,
Their pilot in the blast,

O'er untravelled seas to roam,

Yet lives the blood of England in our veins!
And shall we not proclaim
That blood of honest fame
Which no tyranny can tame
By its chains?!

While the language free and bold
Which the Bard of Avon sung,
In which our Milton told

How the vault of heaven rung
When Satan, blasted, fell with his host;
While this, with reverence meet,
Ten thousand echoes greet,
From rock to rock repeat

Round our coast;

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On that throne where once Alfred in glory was Our joint communion breaking with the Sun:

seated,

Long, long may our king by his people be greeted ; O, to guard him we 'll be of one mind! May religion, law, order, be strictly defended, And continue the blessings they first were intended,

In union the nation to bind ! So fill, fill your glasses, etc.

ANONYMOUS.

AMERICA TO GREAT BRITAIN.

ALL hail thou noble land,

Our Fathers' native soil!
O, stretch thy mighty hand,

Gigantic grown by toil,

O'er the vast Atlantic wave to our shore!
For thou with magic might

Canst reach to where the light
Of Phoebus travels bright

The world o'er !

Yet still from either beach
The voice of blood shall reach,
More audible than speech,
"We are One."

WASHINGTON ALLSTON,

AMERICA.

O MOTHER of a mighty race,
Yet lovely in thy youthful grace!
The elder dames, thy haughty peers,
Admire and hate thy blooming years;
With words of shame
And taunts of scorn they join thy name.

For on thy cheeks the glow is spread
That tints thy morning hills with red;
Thy step, - the wild deer's rustling feet
Within thy woods are not more fleet;
Thy hopeful eye

Is bright as thine own sunny sky.

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Ay, let them rail, those haughty ones, While safe thou dwellest with thy sons. They do not know how loved thou art, How many a fond and fearless heart Would rise to throw

Its life between thee and the foe.

They know not, in their hate and pride,
What virtues with thy children bide,
How true, how good, thy graceful maids
Make bright, like flowers, the valley shades;
What generous men

Spring, like thine oaks, by hill and glen ;

What cordial welcomes greet the guest
By thy lone rivers of the west;
How faith is kept, and truth revered,
And man is loved, and God is feared,
In woodland homes,

And where the ocean border foams.

There's freedom at thy gates, and rest For earth's down-trodden and opprest, A shelter for the hunted head,

For the starved laborer toil and bread. Power, at thy bounds,

Stops, and calls back his baffled hounds.

O fair young mother! on thy brow
Shall sit a nobler grace than now.
Deep in the brightness of thy skies,
The thronging years in glory rise,

And, as they fleet,
Drop strength and riches at thy feet.

Thine eye, with every coming hour,
Shall brighten, and thy form shall tower;
And when thy sisters, elder born,
Would brand thy name with words of scorn,
Before thine eye

Upon their lips the taunt shall die.

WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.

COLUMBIA.

COLUMBIA, Columbia, to glory arise,
The queen of the world, and child of the skies!
Thy genius commands thee; with rapture behold,
While ages on ages thy splendors unfold.
Thy reign is the last and the noblest of time,
Most fruitful thy soil, most inviting thy clime;
Let the crimes of the east ne'er encrimson thy name,
Be freedom and science and virtue thy fame.

Το conquest and slaughter let Europe aspire;
Whelm nations in blood, and wrap cities in fire ;
Thy heroes the rights of mankind shall defend,
And triumph pursue them, and glory attend.

A world is thy realm; for a world be thy laws, Enlarged as thine empire, and just as thy cause ; On Freedom's broad basis that empire shall rise, Extend with the main, and dissolve with the skies.

Fair Science her gates to thy sons shall unbar,
And the east see thy morn hide the beams of her star,
New bards and new sages unrivalled shall soar
To fame unextinguished when time is no more;
To thee, the last refuge of virtue designed,
Shall fly from all nations the best of mankind;
Here grateful to heaven, with transport shall bring
Their incense, more fragrant than odors of spring.
Nor less shall thy fair ones to glory ascend,
And genius and beauty in harmony blend ;
The graces of form shall awake pure desire,
And the charms of the soul ever cherish the fire;
Their sweetness unmingled, their manners refined,
And virtue's bright image, enstamped on the mind,
With peace and soft rapture shall teach life to
glow,

And light up a smile on the aspect of woe.

Thy fleets to all regions thy power shall display,
The nations admire, and the ocean obey;
Each shore to thy glory its tribute unfold,
And the east and the south yield their spices and
gold.

As the dayspring unbounded thy splendor shall flow,

And earth's little kingdoms before thee shall bow, While the ensigns of union, in triumph unfurled, Hush the tumult of war, and give peace to the world.

Thus, as down a lone valley, with cedars o'erspread,

From war's dread confusion, I pensively strayed,—
The gloom from the face of fair heaven retired;
The winds ceased to murmur, the thunders
expired;

Perfumes, as of Eden, flowed sweetly along,
And a voice, as of angels, enchantingly sung:
"Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise,
The queen of the world, and the child of the skies."

TIMOTHY DWIGHT.

SONG OF MARION'S MEN.

OUR band is few, but true and tried,
Our leader frank and bold;
The British soldier trembles
When Marion's name is told.
Our fortress is the good greenwood,
Our tent the cypress-tree;
We know the forest round us,

As seamen know the sea;

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