There's a flag that waves o'er every sea, No matter when or where, And to treat that flag as aught but the free And that flag may sink with a shot-torn wreck, Its honour is stainless, deny it who can! There's a heart that leaps with burning glow It nurtures a deep and honest love, 'Tis a rich rough gem, deny it who can! STANZAS TO THE YOUNG. The Briton may traverse the pole or the zone, For he calls such a vast domain his own, For a glorious charter, deny it who can! Is breathed in the words-"I'm an Englishman." STANZAS TO THE YOUNG. -Eliza Cook. LONG have the wisest lips confessed Or yield a sermon in a song. So be it! Listen, ye who will, And though my harp be roughly strung, Yet never shall its lightest thrill Offend the old or taint the young. Mark me! I ne'er presume to teach First, I would bid thee cherish Truth, But Falsehood leaves a poison stain. Keep watch, nor let the burning tide Of Impulse break from all control. The best of hearts needs pilot guide To steer it clear from Error's shoal. One wave of Passion's boiling flood Will rush on death without a curb. 43 The coward wretch whose hand and heart Can bear to torture aught below, Is ever first to quail and start From slightest pain or equal foe. Be not too ready to condemn The wrong thy brothers may have done : Ere ye too harshly censure them For human faults, ask-Have I none? THE SABBATH BELL. Live that thy young and glowing heart Which finds us least afraid to die. -Eliza Cook. THE SABBATH BELL. PEAL on, peal on! I love to hear Go to the woods, when winter's song The tidings of the Sabbath bell. 45 Go to the billows: let them pour The lark upon his skyward way, --Eliza Cook. BOADICEA. WHEN the British warrior queen, Sage, beneath the spreading oak, "Princess! if our aged eyes Weep upon thy matchless wrongs 'Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. "Rome shall perish! write that word |