Stray Leaves from the Portfolios of Alisander the Seer, Andrew Whaup, and Humphrey Henkeckle Edited by Alexander Rodger |
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BY W. H. BELLAMY, ESQ. OF BREINTON LODGE, HEREFORD.
‘True in the sunshine, and tried in the storm.’
A wreath, twine a wreath for our country's defender,
The last to destroy, yet the first to reform,
Who proudly can stand, and disdain to surrender,—
True in the sunshine, and tried in the storm.
When the voice of his King and his countrymen found him
Reposing awhile on a far foreign shore,
He flung, like the Roman, his mantle around him,
And flew to his post to protect her once more.
The last to destroy, yet the first to reform,
Who proudly can stand, and disdain to surrender,—
True in the sunshine, and tried in the storm.
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Reposing awhile on a far foreign shore,
He flung, like the Roman, his mantle around him,
And flew to his post to protect her once more.
A wreath, twine a wreath for our country's defender,
The last to destroy, yet the first to reform,
Who proudly can stand, and disdain to surrender,—
True in the sunshine, and tried in the storm.
The last to destroy, yet the first to reform,
Who proudly can stand, and disdain to surrender,—
True in the sunshine, and tried in the storm.
Every emblem of faction unblushingly wearing,
The foe stood before him in fearful array;
Yet calm was his brow, and undaunted his bearing,
When rush'd the wild phalanx to sweep him away.
Though, again and again, by their numbers defeated,
He bore, like a hero, the brunt of each blow;
Unappall'd to the last, when he calmly retreated,
His honour untarnish'd, his face to the foe.
The foe stood before him in fearful array;
Yet calm was his brow, and undaunted his bearing,
When rush'd the wild phalanx to sweep him away.
Though, again and again, by their numbers defeated,
He bore, like a hero, the brunt of each blow;
Unappall'd to the last, when he calmly retreated,
His honour untarnish'd, his face to the foe.
A wreath, &c.
The hope of his country, in all her distresses,
Well, well may beat proudly the heart in his breast;
For, of all the brave patriots that England possesses,
She holds him the dearest, the noblest, the best:
Long, long may he live, with his laurels unfaded,
Our fears to dispel, and our discords to heal;
Long, long may the land that his counsels have aided,
Be blest with her statesman—her patriot Peel!
Well, well may beat proudly the heart in his breast;
For, of all the brave patriots that England possesses,
She holds him the dearest, the noblest, the best:
Long, long may he live, with his laurels unfaded,
Our fears to dispel, and our discords to heal;
Long, long may the land that his counsels have aided,
Be blest with her statesman—her patriot Peel!
A wreath, &c.
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