Page:Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine 21 and 22 1827.pdf/3



————A land of peace, Where yellow fields unspoil'd, and pastures green, Mottled with herds and flocks, who crop secure Their native herbage, nor have ever known A stranger's stall, smile gladly. See through its tufted alleys to Heaven's roof The curling smoke of quiet dwellings rise.

stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land! The deer across their green-sward bound, Through shade and sunny gleam; And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.

The merry Homes of England! Around their hearths by night What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light! There woman's voice flows forth in song, Or childhood's tale is told; Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old.

The blessed Homes of England! How softly on their bowers Is laid the holy quietness That breathes from Sabbath-hours! Solemn, yet sweet, the church-bell's chime Floats through their woods at morn; All other sounds, in that still time, Of breeze and leaf are born.

The Cottage-Homes of England! By thousands, on her plains, They are smiling o'er the silvery brooks, And round the hamlet-fanes. Through glowing orchards forth they peep. Each from its nook of leaves, And fearless there they lowly sleep, As the bird beneath their eaves.

The free, fair Homes of England! Long, long, in hut and hall, May hearts of native proof be rear’d, To guard each hallow'd wall! And green for ever be the groves, And bright the flowery sod, Where first the child's glad spirit loves Its Country and its God! F. H.