Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . re is he who loves it not ?The spell it holds is deep and strong, Whereer we go, whateer our other music greet our ear With thrilling fire or dulcet tone ;We speak to praise, we pause to hear, But yet—oh, yet—tis not our own !The anthem chant, the ballad wild, The notes that we remember long-—The theme we sung with lisping tongue — Tis this we love—our native song ! The one who bears the felons brand With moody brow and darkened meanly fro
Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . re is he who loves it not ?The spell it holds is deep and strong, Whereer we go, whateer our other music greet our ear With thrilling fire or dulcet tone ;We speak to praise, we pause to hear, But yet—oh, yet—tis not our own !The anthem chant, the ballad wild, The notes that we remember long-—The theme we sung with lisping tongue — Tis this we love—our native song ! The one who bears the felons brand With moody brow and darkened meanly from his father-land, To languish out a life of shame ;Oh ! let him hear some simple strain— Some lay his mother taught her boy—Hell feel the charm, and dream again Of home, of innocence, and joy !The sigh will burst, the drops will start, And all of virtue buried long—The best, the purest in his heart,— Is wakened by his native song. Self-exiled from our place of birth, To climes more fragrant, bright, and gay. The memory of our own fair earthMay chance awhile to fade away :248 ^- ^t^. m V ^ ?^^a^v^o^^ ^ f / >. SWLKI HMI-.
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