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I labour with a hope that tells
Of harvests full and ripe;
Of many more the type.
The waters heard-and stood;
And holds his promise good. Then “Speed the plough !" I blithely sing; With “ Speed the plough!" the echoes ring : “God speed the plough !" is Nature's voiceIts triumphs make the earth rejoice.
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,
To defeat his lawless pow'r;
Conjured from the twilight past,
All her spell-dreams o'er them cast.
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 !
Written on the Eve of the Monster Chartist Meeting at Kennington,
April 10, 1848.
There is a love of Fatherland,
Deep, deep within the breast,
Outstretch'd a sword to wrest