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But a mightier power, my England !
Is in that name of thine,

To strike the fire from every heart
Along the banner'd line.

Proudly it woke the spirits

Of yore, the brave and true,
When the bow was bent on Cressy's field,
And the yeoman's arrow flew.

And proudly hath it floated

Through the battles of the sea,

When the red-cross flag o'er smoke-wreaths play'd, Like the lightning in its glee.

On rock, on wave, on bastion,

Its echoes have been known;

By a thousand streams the hearts lie low,
That have answered to its tone.

A thousand ancient mountains
Its pealing note hath stirr'd;
Sound on, and on, for evermore,

O thou victorious word!

MRS. HEMANS.

MEN O F ENGLAND.

MEN of England! who inherit

Rights that cost your sires their blood!
Men whose undegenerate spirit

Has been proved on land and flood:

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HIIL

By the foes ye've fought uncounted,
By the glorious deeds ye've done,
Trophies captured-breaches mounted,
Navies conquer'd--kingdoms won!

Yet remember, England gathers
Hence but fruitless wreaths of fame,
If the virtues of your fathers

Glow not in your hearts the same.

What are monuments of bravery,
Where no public virtues bloom?
What avail in lands of slavery
Trophied temples, arch, and tomb?

Pageants let the world revere us
For our people's rights and laws,
And the breasts of civic heroes

Bared in Freedom's holy cause.

Yours are Hampden's, Russell's glory,
Sydney's matchless shade is yours,—
Martyrs in heroic story,

Worth a thousand Agincourts!

We're the sons of sires that baffled
Crown'd and mitred tyranny :
They defied the field and scaffold,
For their birthrights-so will we.

CAMPBELL.

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