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66 MEN OF ENGLAND."

MEN of England! who inherit

Rights that cost your sires their blood! Men whose undegenerate spirit

Has been proved on land and flood :-

By the foes ye've fought uncounted, By the glorious deeds ye 've done, Trophies captured-breaches mounted,

Navies conquer'd— kingdoms won!

Yet, remember, England gathers

Hence but fruitless wreaths of fame,

If the patriotism of your fathers

Glow not in your hearts the same.

What are monuments of bravery,

Where no public virtues bloom?
What avail in lauds of slavery,

Trophied temples, arch and tomb?

Pageants! Let the world revere us

For our people's rights and laws,

And the breasts of civic heroes

Bared in Freedom's holy cause.

Yours are Hampden's, Russell's glory,

Sydney's matchless shade is yours,—

Martyrs in heroic story,

Worth a hundred Agincourts!

THE MAID'S REMONSTRANCE.

NEVER wedding, ever wooing,

Still a love-lorn heart pursuing,

Read you not the wrong you 're doing

In my cheek's pale hue?

All my life with sorrow strewing,

Wed, or cease to woo.

Rivals banish'd, bosoms plighted,

Still our days are disunited;

Now the lamp of hope is lighted,

Now half quench'd appears,

Damp'd, and wavering, and benighted,

Midst my sighs and tears.

Charms you call your dearest blessing,

Lips that thrill at your caressing,

Eyes a mutual soul confessing,

Soon 'll make them grow
you

Dim, and worthless your possessing,

Not with age, but woe!

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DRINK ye to her that each loves best,

And if you nurse a flame

That's told but to her mutual breast,

We will not ask her name.

Enough, while memory tranced and glad

Paints silently the fair,

That each should dream of joys he's had,

Or yet may hope to share.

Yet far, far hence be jest or boast
From hallow'd thoughts so dear;

But drink to them that we love most,
As they would love to hear.