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 And when the green sod wraps my grave, May pity haply say, Oh his heart—his heart was broken For the love of Alice Gray.

 

ENGLAND, EUROPE’S GLORY.

There is a land amidst the waves, Whose sons are famed in story; Who never were, or will be slaves, Nor shrink from death and glory. Then strike the harp and bid it swell, Admiring worlds adore ye; Shout blessings on the land we dwell, To England, Europe’s glory!

Blest land, beyond all lands afar, Encircled by the waters; With lion-hearted sons in war, And beauty’s peerless daughters. Go ye, whose discontented hearts Disdain the joys before ye; Go seek a home in foreign parts, Like England, Europe’s glory.