The merry homes of England!

Around their hearths by night,
What gladsome looks of household love
Meet in the ruddy light!

There woman's voice flows forth in song,

Or childhood's tale is told;

Or lips move tunefully along
Some glorious page of old.

The cottage homes of England!
By thousands on her plains,

They are smiling o'er the silvery brook,
And round the hamlet-fanes.

Through glowing orchards forth they peep,
Each from its nook of leaves;
And fearless there the lowly sleep,

As the bird beneath their eaves.

The free fair homes of England!
Long, long in hut and hall

May hearts of native proof be rear'd
To guard each hallow'd wall.
And green for ever be the groves,
And bright the flowery sod,

Where first the child's glad spirit loves
Its country and its God.

MRS. HEMANS.

THE NAME OF ENGLAND.

THE trumpet of the battle

Hath a high and thrilling tone ;
And the first deep gun of an ocean fight
Dread music all its own.

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