L THE ENGLISH BOY. OOK from the ancient mountains down, My noble English boy; Thy country's fields around thee gleam, In sunlight and in joy. Ages have rolled since foeman's march Gaze proudly on, my English boy, There, in the shadow of old Time, How bravely and how solemnly And round their walls the good swords hang, Whose faith knew no alloy, And shields of knighthood, pure from stains: Gaze where the hamlet's ivied church Or where the minster lifts the cross High through the air's blue realm. Martyrs have showered their free hearts' blood Along their aisles, beneath their trees, Gaze on,-gaze farther, farther yet- Yon blue sea bears thy country's flag, Those waves in many a fight have closed That red-cross flag victoriously Hath floated o'er their bed. They perished-this green turf to keep, And high and clear their memory's light And many an answering beacon-fire Lift up thy heart, my English boy, Mrs. Hemans. MARMION AND THE DOUGLAS. N° ́OT far advanced was morning day, He had safe conduct for his band, "Though something I might 'plain," he said, |