II. I labour with a hope that tells Of harvests full and ripe; For in each seed a promise dwells, Of many more the type. My trust is in the God, whose voice The waters heard—and stood; For he hath said, "Ye shall rejoice!” Then "Speed the plough !" I blithely sing; NATIONAL DEFENCE: A SONG FOR THE PEOPLE. Written in March, 1848, DURING THE PARLIAMENTARY DISCUSSION ON THE STATE OF OUR NATIONAL DEFENCES, OR RESOURCES FOR WAR. "Some put their trust in chariots and some in horses; but we will remember the name of the Lord our God." Ps. xx. 7. ALBION's sturdy sons are ready, Should a foe invade her shore, But no phantom, grim and gory, Conjured from the twilight past, Let our future motto be, "God, and Peace, and Industry !" Long enough War's purple train Swept earth's bosom proudly o'er, Bearing down the golden grain Destined for the peaceful store. British hearts true valour hold 'Bove a lordly heritage; But, though ever brave and bold, They'll no idle battles wage: This their future motto be, "God, and Peace, and Industry!" Their-no traitors' faith is given, Not to yield our vantage-ground, Long preserved by fav'ring Heaven, Belted by Old Ocean roundSee her bosom proudly bearing Hearts of oak to keep us free, Quarrel seeking not, nor fearing To confront foul tyranny! Still our motto this shall be, "God, and Peace, and Industry! SONG: Written on the Eve of the Monster Chartist Meeting at Kennington, April 10, 1848. I. THERE is a love of Fatherland, Deep, deep within the breast, Whose spell restrains the rebel hand, Outstretch'd a sword to wrest From Mis'ry's ranks, where, lurking gleams That shape a phantom-leader's hand And beck to death a doomed band: L |