But a mightier power, my England! To strike the fire from every heart Proudly it woke the spirits Of yore, the brave and true, 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, A thousand ancient mountains O thou victorious word! MRS. HEMANS. MEN OF ENGLAND. MEN of England! who inherit Rights that cost your sires their blood! Has been proved on land and flood: By the foes ye've fought uncounted, Yet remember, England gathers Glow not in your hearts the same. What are monuments of bravery, Pageants-let the world revere us And the breasts of civic heroes Bared in Freedom's holy cause. Yours are Hampden's, Russell's glory, Worth a thousand Agincourts! We're the sons of sires that baffled CAMPBELL. |