'This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land.' SHAKESPEARE. NATIONAL SONGS. GOD SAVE OUR ISLAND HOME! GOD save our island-home! Which makes her Queen! Oh, may she prize that gem, Fair on her brow! May God approve her ways, And Heaven resound her praise, Lord, keep her evermore Pure in her own heart's core, Kind and serene. So shall the wise and good Love their good Queen. May He that dwells on high Sing up in holy glee, 'Let our Queen's name still be Omen of victory!' God save the Queen ! HARTLEY COLERIDGE. GOD BLESS THE PRINCE OF WALES! AMONG our ancient mountains, 'God bless the Prince of Wales !' 6 'God bless the Prince of Wales !' Should hostile bands or danger, May fortune's star long shine! Oh! let the prayer re-echo, 'God bless the Prince of Wales !' God save brave Christian's daughter ! To our beloved Princess We look with hope and joy, May sorrow never darken Nor fate those hopes destroy. Then let the prayer re-echo, Among our hills and dales, God bless fair Alexandra!' 'God bless the Prince of Wales!' GEORGE LINLEY RULE BRITANNIA! WHEN Britain first, at Heaven's command, This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sang this strain : The nations not so blest as thee Still more majestic shalt thou rise, Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame; To thee belongs the rural reign ; Thy cities shall with commerce shine; All thine shall be the subject main, And every shore it circles thine. The Muses, still with freedom found, Rule Britannia! &c. JAMES THOMSON. |