Page:Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine 34 1833.pdf/16



In the proud old fanes of England My warrior fathers lie, Banners hang drooping o'er their dust With gorgeous blazonry.

In the old high wars of England Their noble fathers bled; For her lion Kings of lance and spear, They went down to the dead.

In a shelter'd home of England Our sister dwells alone, With quick heart listening for the sound Of footsteps that are gone.