River of England, your green banks no arméd feet, thank God! No hostile hosts, no stranger ranks for centuries past have trod; O, may no foemen ever come, to threat your homes with flames! But should they come we'll show them soon what hearts are by the Thames. Flow on in glory, still flow on, O Thames, unto the sea, Through glories gone, through grandeurs here, through greatness still to be: Through the free homes of England flow, and may yet higher fames, Still nobler glories, star your course, O my own native Thames! William C. Bennett. L THE THAMES. ET the Rhine be blue and bright Where the red grapes fling a beam The Thames! the mighty Thames ! Though it bear no azure wave, Though no pearly foam may lave, Or leaping cascades pour Yet I ever loved to dwell The Thames! the mighty Thames! Can ye find in all the world A braver flag unfurled Than that which floats above The stream I sing and love? Has thrilled my breast and brow, With glory to its home, The Thames! the mighty Thames ! Did ribs more firm and fast Ere meet the shot or blast Than the gallant barks that glide You'll find the foe proclaims They are cradled on the Thames; The Thames! the mighty Thames! They say the mountain child He grieves with smothered sighs Thou river of the free, My own, my native Thames! Take her up tenderly, Look at her garments Touch her not scornfully! Eliza Cook. Sisterly, brotherly, Feelings had changed, Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, The bleak wind of March But not the dark arch, Swift to be hurled, Anywhere, anywhere |