Through the depths of Loch Katrine the steed | How, in the name of soldiership and sense, shall career, Be fickle, and thy year most part deformed Should England prosper, when such things, as smooth And tender as a girl, all essenced o'er 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, JAMES THOMSON. 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. Though ages long have past Since our Fathers left their home, O'er untravelled seas to roam, Yet lives the blood of England in our veins! While the language free and bold How the vault of heaven rung Round our coast; 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! Gigantic grown by toil, O'er the vast Atlantic wave to our shore! Canst reach to where the light The world o'er ! Yet still from either beach WASHINGTON ALLSTON, AMERICA. O MOTHER of a mighty race, For on thy cheeks the glow is spread Is bright as thine own sunny sky. 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, Spring, like thine oaks, by hill and glen ; What cordial welcomes greet the guest 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 And, as they fleet, Thine eye, with every coming hour, Upon their lips the taunt shall die. WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. COLUMBIA. COLUMBIA, Columbia, to glory arise, Το conquest and slaughter let Europe aspire; 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 light up a smile on the aspect of woe. Thy fleets to all regions thy power shall display, 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,— Perfumes, as of Eden, flowed sweetly along, TIMOTHY DWIGHT. SONG OF MARION'S MEN. OUR band is few, but true and tried, As seamen know the sea; |