Infantine effusions By Ernest Charles Jones, written by him, between the eighth and tenth years of his age |
 |
|
LINES ON ENGLAND.
|
|
 | Infantine effusions |  |
LINES ON ENGLAND.
An imitation.
Know ye the land—where the towering Oak—The monarch of forests—triumphantly dwells—
Where the spirit of Man, soars proudly unbroke—
And Ocean his vict'ries—unnumber'd still tells.
Her skies—it is true—are not always serene—
The rays of the Sun are full often obscur'd
Still the tints of her fields—are an emerald green—
And Liberty's reign—has for ages endured.
Her daughters are fair—her sons are all brave—
Their clime is the emblem of each noble deed;—
Now riding undaunted—their own native wave—
Now weaving the laurel—the Heroes lov'd meed!
| Infantine effusions | |