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XI. PATRIOTISM.
IN MULGRAVE WOODS.
Down this deep wood, along the murmuring streamCaedmon the shepherd rhymer may have strayed,
Grave Gower have sadly gone from sun to shade,
And told young Chaucer how the daisies' gleam
And the merle's voice could make a wise man dream.
Perchance the teacher of that queenly maid
Who saved our England, here to heart had laid
How worth the saving England's shores could seem.
Fit school for all such scholars, still the wood
Is green, flowers bloom, and still the sweet birds call,
And still for thoughtful feet the pathway winds.
Cold patriot he, and but of barren mood,
Who joins such woodland company and finds
No heart to strike for England ere she fall.
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