Imatges de pÓgina

Thy deeds of old renown inspire
My bosom with our father's fire;
A proud inheritance I claim

In all their sufferings, all their fame;
Nor less delighted, when I stray
Down History's lengthening, widening way,
And hail Thee in thy present hour,
From the meridian arch of power,
Shedding the lustre of thy reign,
Like sunshine, over land and main.

I love Thee,-when I read the lays
Of British bards, in elder days,
Till, rapt on visionary wings,
High o'er thy cliffs my spirit sings;
For I, amidst thy living choir,
I, too, can touch the sacred lyre.

I love Thee,-when I contemplate
The full-orbed grandeur of thy state;
Thy laws and liberties, taht rise,
Man's noblest works beneath the skies,
To which the Pyramids are tame,
And Grecian Temples bow their fame :
These, thine immortal sages wrought
Out of the deepest mines of thought;
These, on the scaffold, in the field,
Thy warriors won, thy patriots sealed;
These, at the parricidal pyre,
Thy martyrs sanctified in fire;

And, with the generous blood they spilt,
Washed from thy soil their murderers' guilt,
Cancelled the curse which Vengeance sped,
And left a blessing in its stead.

Can words, can numbers count the price, Paid for this little Paradise?

Never, oh! never be it lost;

The land is worth the price it cost.

I love Thee,-when thy Sabbath dawns
O'er woods and mountains, dales and lawns,
And streams, that sparkle while they run,
As if their fountain were the Sun :
When, hand in hand, thy tribes repair,
Each to their chosen house of prayer,
And all in peace and freedom call
On Him, who is the Lord of all.

I love Thee, when my soul can feel
The seraph-ardours of thy zeal:
Thy charities, to none confined,
Bless, like the sun, the rain, the wind;
Thy schools the human brute shall raise,
Guide erring youth in wisdom's ways,
And leave, when we are turned to dust,
A generation of the just.

I love Thee,-when I see thee stand
The hope of every other land;

A sea-mark in the tide of time;
Rearing to heaven thy brow sublime;
Whence beams of Gospel-splendour shed
A sacred halo round thine head;
And Gentiles from afar behold,
(Not as on Sinai's rocks of old,)
GOD,-from eternity concealed,-
In his own light, on Thee revealed.

I love Thee,--when I hear thy voice
Bid a despairing world rejoice,
And loud from shore to shore proclaim,
In every tongue, Messiah's name;
That name, at which, from sea to sea,
All nations yet shall bow the knee.

I love Thee :-next to heaven above,
Land of my fathers! thee I love;

And, rail thy slanderers as they will,
"With all thy faults I love Thee" still:
For faults thou hast, of heinous size;
Repent, renounce them, ere they rise
In judgment;-lest thine ocean-wall
With boundless ruin round thee fall,
And that, which was thy mightiest stay,
Sweep all thy rocks like sand away.

Yes, thou hast faults of heinous size,
From which I turn with weeping eyes;
On these let them that hate Thee dwell:

Yet one I spare not,—one I tell,
Tell with a whisper in thine ear;
Oh! might it wring thy heart with fear!
Oh! that my weakest word might roll,
Like heaven's own thunder, through thy soul!

There is a lie in thy right hand;
A bribe, corrupting all the land;
There is within thy gates a pest,
-Gold and a Babylonish vest;
Not hid in shame-concealing shade,
But broad against the sun displayed.
These, tell it not,-it must be told;
These from thy LOTTERY WHEELS are sold;
Sold, and thy children, trained to sin,
Hazard both worlds these plagues to win;
Nay, thy deluded statesmen stake

Thyself, and lose Thee for their sake!

-Lose Thee ?They shall not ;-HE, whose will
Is Nature's law, preserves Thee still;
And while the uplifted bolt impends,
One warning more his mercy sends.

O BRITAIN! O my country! bring
Forth from thy camp the accursed thing;

Consign it to remorseless fire,
Watch till the latest spark expire,
Then cast the ashes on the wind,
Nor leave one atom-wreck behind.

So may thy wealth and power increase;
So may thy people dwell in peace;
On Thee the ALMIGHTY'S glory rest,
And all the world in Thee be blest.


HOUR of an Empire's overthrow!
The Princes from the feast were gone,
The Idol flame was burning low ;-
'Twas midnight upon Babylon.

That night the feast was wild and high;
That night was Sion's gold profaned;
The seal was set to blasphemy;

The last deep cup of wrath was drained.

Mid jewelled roof and silken pall,
Belshazzar on his couch was flung;

A burst of thunder filled the hall

He heard but 'twas no mortal tongue :

"King of the East, the trumpet calls,

That calls thee to a tyrants grave;

A curse is on thy palace walls-
A curse is on thy guardian wave:

"A surge is in Euphrates' bed,

That never filled its bed before;
A surge, that, ere the morn be red,
Shall load with death its haughty shore.

"Behold a tide of Persian_steel!

A torrent of the Median car ;
Like flame their gory banners wheel;
Rise, King, and arm thee for the war!"

Belshazzar gazed; the voice was past--
The lofty chamber filled with gloom;
But echoed on the sudden blast
The rushing of a mighty plume.

He listened; all again was still;
He heard no chariot's iron clang;
He heard the fountain's gushing rill,
The breeze that through the roses sang.

He slept; in sleep wild murmurs came;
A visioned splendour fired the sky;
He heard Belshazzar's taunted name;-
He heard again the Prophet cry-
"Sleep, Sultan! 'tis thy final sleep,
Or wake, or sleep, the guilty dies.
of those who watch and weep,
Around thee and thy nation rise."

He started; 'mid the battle's yell,
He saw the Persian rushing on;
He saw the flames around him swell;
Thou'rt ashes! King of Babylon.


THUS far into the bowels of the land
Have we marched on without impediment.
Richard, the bloody and devouring chief,
Whose ravenous appetite has spoiled your fields,
Laid this rich country waste, and rudely cropped
Its ripened hopes of fair posterity,

Is now even in the centre of the isle.

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