A new library of poetry and song: . hts that walch them wandering below : I think how Lucknow heard their gathering sound. : turn and meet the cruel, turbaned face. England! tis sweet to be so much ihy son!! feel the conqueror in my blood and race; Last night Trafalgar awed me, and to-dayGibraltar wakened ; hark, thy evening gun Startles the desert over Africa. Thou art the rcjck of eini)ire set midseas Between the East and West, that (jod has buJH;Advance thy Roman borders where thou wilt, While run thy armies true with his decrees; Law, justice, liberty, —great gifts are that the
A new library of poetry and song: . hts that walch them wandering below : I think how Lucknow heard their gathering sound. : turn and meet the cruel, turbaned face. England! tis sweet to be so much ihy son!! feel the conqueror in my blood and race; Last night Trafalgar awed me, and to-dayGibraltar wakened ; hark, thy evening gun Startles the desert over Africa. Thou art the rcjck of eini)ire set midseas Between the East and West, that (jod has buJH;Advance thy Roman borders where thou wilt, While run thy armies true with his decrees; Law, justice, liberty, —great gifts are that they spread where English blood is , mixed and sullied with his countrys guilt The soldiers life-stream flow, and Heaven displease! Two swords there are: one naked, ai)t to blade of war ; and, battle-storied, one Rejoices in the sheath, and hides from I am; would wars were done! Now westward, look, my country bids good night,—Peace to the world, from ports without a gun ! George Edward ^ ^ •%=e;^ ?^^ Kf»f^sS>o-*«--
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