Freeman, thy neighbour also has liberties; This may subtract his rights from thy heritage,— But Freedom without moderations Were but the licence of pirate nations. England in thee shines Liberty's excellence; Freespoken, freejudging, freeacting, Nobody spying, and none exacting. We love the Queen, and guard her with loyalty, She loves the People, ruling us faithfully, And those who amongst us are wiser Counsel her, each as a free adviser. Thus we reform whate'er is iniquitous, Even with those who deserve it rarely: Thus in the light of rational liberty Each of us walks a patriot Englishman— Moderate, honest, and patient ever. And we can love our brethren in slavery, All we can give without stint or measure: And we can hate the base and tyrannical, And sharing with peoples and races England the free is Europe's deliverer, Standing with France as warders of Liberty; And Englishmen know how to use it,- H Courage. (IN SAPPHIC STANZAS.) NEVER went man courageously to dangers, Fear and his constant spirit being strangers, But, while he faced his enemies and hew'd them, Soon he subdued them: As he goes onward, perils seem to scatter, Even the mountain crags that toppled o'er him Even the torrents, riotously wrathful, Are to his footsteps fordable and pathful; Even the prowlers, in the desert roaming, O man of faith, of energy, and boldness,Onward! in spite of darkness and of coldness,— Forward! for Conquest with triumphal pleasance Waits for thy presence: Never, on Right and Providence relying, He, who resolves and wrestles like a Roman, Long Ago. WHAT a gloom and what a chill Where, at childhood's wayward will, Long ago we gather'd flowers; Where, in youth's romantic prime, Long ago we met and parted, In the olden golden time When we went so eager-hearted! O, but in those long agoes, With their dreamy dear old places And forgotten joys and woes. And their unforgotten faces, How much sorrow ever hides, Leaving what we loved behind us; While how swift our life-dream glides These sad long agoes remind us! |