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Jove heard, and he scowl'd with a gloomier frown;
 "Twas the cloud Pride lends to keep Sorrow unseen—
He put by his sceptre, and flung his bolt down,
And snatch'd from the glory that halo'd his crown
 The rays of most burning sheen.

He hasten'd to earth; by the minstrel he knelt,
 And fashion'd the beams round his brow in a wreath:
He ordain'd it Immortal, to dazzle, to melt;
And a portion of Godhead since then has e'er dwelt
 On the Poet that slumbers in death.

 

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THE ENGLISHMAN.

There's a land that bears a world-known name,
 Though it is but a little spot;
I say 'tis first on the scroll of Fame,
 And who shall say it is not?
Of the deathless ones who shine and live
 In Arms, in Arts, or Song;
The brightest the whole wide world can give
 To that little land belong.
'Tis the star of earth, deny it who can;
The island home of an Englishman.

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
 Is more than the strongest dare.

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