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Article ON THE BENEVOLENCE OF ENGLAND. Page 1 of 1 Article THE SONG OF CONSTANCY. Page 1 of 1
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On The Benevolence Of England.
ON THE BENEVOLENCE OF ENGLAND .
STRANGER , wouldst thou ALBION know . Ask the Family of Woe ; Ask the tribes who , swarming round , In her arms have succour found ! Or , if one of that sad band , Thau hast sought her native land , To the heart thou may'st refer For BRITANNIA ' character !
If that heart has pow'r to feel , This glorious truth it will reveal : Be thou the humblest child e ' er care will own , Or th' illustrious ruin of a throne , 'Twas not thy rank or station— 'twas thy grief Spread her white arms to offer thee relief . Ye fragments of each plunder'd coast !
Check the Muse if here she boast . No , ye sad band ! who ' midst your ruins smiley Xe own , for ye have felt , the Genius of our Isle ; ALBION succours all who sigh , Such is her Equality .
The Song Of Constancy.
THE SONG OF CONSTANCY .
NOW , Joan , we are married—and now let me say , Tho' both are in youth , yet that youth will decay : In our journey thro' life , my dear Joan , I suppose "We shall oft meet a bramble , and sometimes a rose . "When a cloud on tins forehead shall darken my day , Thy sunshine of sweetness must smile it away ; And when the dull vapour shall dwell upon thine ,
To chase it the labour and triumph be mine . Let us wish not for wealth to devour and consume ; For luxury's but a short road to the tomb : Let us sigh not for grandeur , for trust me , my Joan , The keenest of cares owes its birth to a throne . Thou shaft milk our one covr , and if fortune pursue , In good time , with her blessing , my Joan may milk two ;
I will till our small field , whilst thy prattle and song Shall charm as I drive the bright ploughshare along . When finish'd the day , by the fire we'll regale , And treat a good neighbour at eve with our ale ; For , Joan , who would wish for self only to live ? One blessing of life , my dear girl , is to give . E ' en the red-breast and wren shall not seek us in vain ,
Whilst thou hast a crumb , or thy Corin a grain ; Not only their songs will they pour from the grove , But yield , by example , sweet lessons of love . Tho' thy beauty must fade , yet thy youth I'll remember , That thy May was my own when thou shewest December ; - Aud when Age to rhy ZW . shail his winter impart , The summer of Love shall reside in my heart . Silk .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
On The Benevolence Of England.
ON THE BENEVOLENCE OF ENGLAND .
STRANGER , wouldst thou ALBION know . Ask the Family of Woe ; Ask the tribes who , swarming round , In her arms have succour found ! Or , if one of that sad band , Thau hast sought her native land , To the heart thou may'st refer For BRITANNIA ' character !
If that heart has pow'r to feel , This glorious truth it will reveal : Be thou the humblest child e ' er care will own , Or th' illustrious ruin of a throne , 'Twas not thy rank or station— 'twas thy grief Spread her white arms to offer thee relief . Ye fragments of each plunder'd coast !
Check the Muse if here she boast . No , ye sad band ! who ' midst your ruins smiley Xe own , for ye have felt , the Genius of our Isle ; ALBION succours all who sigh , Such is her Equality .
The Song Of Constancy.
THE SONG OF CONSTANCY .
NOW , Joan , we are married—and now let me say , Tho' both are in youth , yet that youth will decay : In our journey thro' life , my dear Joan , I suppose "We shall oft meet a bramble , and sometimes a rose . "When a cloud on tins forehead shall darken my day , Thy sunshine of sweetness must smile it away ; And when the dull vapour shall dwell upon thine ,
To chase it the labour and triumph be mine . Let us wish not for wealth to devour and consume ; For luxury's but a short road to the tomb : Let us sigh not for grandeur , for trust me , my Joan , The keenest of cares owes its birth to a throne . Thou shaft milk our one covr , and if fortune pursue , In good time , with her blessing , my Joan may milk two ;
I will till our small field , whilst thy prattle and song Shall charm as I drive the bright ploughshare along . When finish'd the day , by the fire we'll regale , And treat a good neighbour at eve with our ale ; For , Joan , who would wish for self only to live ? One blessing of life , my dear girl , is to give . E ' en the red-breast and wren shall not seek us in vain ,
Whilst thou hast a crumb , or thy Corin a grain ; Not only their songs will they pour from the grove , But yield , by example , sweet lessons of love . Tho' thy beauty must fade , yet thy youth I'll remember , That thy May was my own when thou shewest December ; - Aud when Age to rhy ZW . shail his winter impart , The summer of Love shall reside in my heart . Silk .