THE VIRGINIANS OF THE VALLEY THE knightliest of the knightly race That, since the days of old, Yet rode with Spotswood round the land, Who climbed the blue Virginian hills Against embattled foes, And planted there, in valleys fair, The lily and the rose; Whose fragrance lives in many lands, Whose beauty stars the earth, And lights the hearths of happy homes With loveliness and worth. We thought they slept!-the sons who kept And slumbered while the darkness crept But aye the "Golden Horseshoe" knights Their old Dominion keep, Whose foes have found enchanted ground, But not a knight asleep! Francis Orray Ticknor [1822-1874] AMERICA TO GREAT BRITAIN ALL hail! thou noble land, Our Fathers' native soil! Gigantic grown by toil, O'er the vast Atlantic wave to our shore! For thou, with magic might, Canst reach to where the light The world o'er! The Genius of our clime, From his pine-embattled steep, While the Tritons of the deep With their conchs the kindred league shall proclaim O'er the main our naval line, Though ages long have passed Since our Fathers left their home, O'er untravelled seas to roam, Yet lives the blood of England in our veins! That blood of honest fame While the language free and bold How the vault of heaven rung From rock to rock repeat Round our coast; While the manners, while the arts, That mould a nation's soul, Our joint communion breaking with the Sun: The voice of blood shall reach, More audible than speech, "We are One!" Washington Allston [1779–1843] TO ENGLAND I LEAR and Cordelia! 'twas an ancient tale Before thy Shakespeare gave it deathless fame; Spread her young banner, till its sway became II Stand, thou great bulwark of man's liberty! Who planned, arose, and battled to be free, Hold your proud peril! Keep watch and ward! Freemen undefiled, Around your cliffs; fleets marshalled, till the main Sink under them; and if your courage wane, Through force or fraud, look westward to your child! George Henry Boker [1823-1890] AMERICA NOR force nor fraud shall sunder us! Oh ye For God; Oh ye who in eternal youth Its breathing book; live worthy of that grand Sublime as Milton's immemorial theme, And rich as Chaucer's speech, and fair as Spenser's dream. Sydney Dobell [1824-1874] TO AMERICA ON A PROPOSED ALLIANCE BETWEEN TWO GREAT NATIONS WHAT is the voice I hear On the winds of the western sea? Sentinel, listen from out Cape Clear And say what the voice may be. 'Tis a proud free people calling loud to a people proud and free. And it says to them: "Kinsmen, hail; We severed have been too long. Now let us have done with a worn-out tale- The tale of ancient wrong And our friendship last long as our love doth last, and be stronger than death is strong." Answer them, sons of the self-same race, Let us speak with each other face to face And answer as man to man, And loyally love and trust each other as none but free men can. Now fling them out to the breeze, Shamrock, Thistle, and Rose, And the Star-spangled Banner unfurl with these— A message to friends and foes Wherever the sails of peace are seen and wherever the war wind blows A message to bond and thrall to wake, For whenever we come, we twain, The throne of the tyrant shall rock and quake, And his menace be void and vain, For you are lords of a strong land and we are lords of the main. Yes, this is the voice of the bluff March gale; We severed have been too long, But now we have done with a worn-out tale The tale of an ancient wrong And our friendship shall last as love doth last and be stronger than death is strong. Alfred Austin (1835-1913] SAXON GRIT WORN with the battle of Stamford town, While the acorns were falling one autumn day. I will rule you now with the iron hand;' But he had not thought of the Saxon grit. He took the land, and he took the men, And burnt the homesteads from Trent to Tyne, And said to the maiden, pure and fair, But he had not measured the Saxon grit. To the merry greenwood went bold Robin Hood, With his strong-hearted yeomanry ripe for the fray, Driving the arrow into the marrow Of all the proud Normans who came in his way; |