YE Mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze! Your glorious standard launch again, To match another foe! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave! For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave: Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, As ye sweep through the deep, Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain-wave, Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn, Till danger's troubled night depart, And the star of peace return. Then, then, ye ocean-warriors! When the storm has ceased to blow; And the storm has ceased to blow. JAMES MONTGOMERY. THE FALLING LEAF. WERE I a trembling leaf I should be loth to fall Weltering in mire, and spurn'd by a Nor would I choose to die All on a bed of grass, Where thousands of my kindred lie, And idly rot in mass. Nor would I like to spread My thin and wither'd face In hortus siccus, pale and dead, A mummy of my race. No, on the wings of air Might I be left to fly, I know not and I heed not where, A waif of earth and sky! Or flung upon the stream, As through the changes of a dream, Who that hath ever been, Could bear to be no more? Yet who would tread again the scene He trod through life before? On, with intense desire, Man's spirit will move on; It seems to die, yet, like heaven's fire, It is not quench'd, but gone. A VOYAGE ROUND THE WORLD. EMBLEM of eternity, Unbeginning, endless sea, Let me launch my soul on thee. Sail, nor keel, nor helm, nor oar, Need I, ask I, to explore Thine expanse from shore to shore. |