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AMERICA TO GREAT BRITAIN.
ALL hail! thou noble land,
Our fathers' native soil!
O'er the vast Atlantic wave, to our shore,
The genius of our clime,
From his pine-embattled steep,
While the Tritons of the deep,
With their conchs, the kindred league shall proclaim.
Though ages long have passed
Since our fathers left their home,
Their pilot in the blast,
O'er untravelled seas to roam;
Yet lives the blood of England in our veins
While the language free and bold
How the vault of heaven rung,
While the manners, while the arts,
Our joint communion breaking with the sun :
More audible than speech,
POLONIUS'S ADVICE TO HIS SON, LAERTES.
GIVE thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportioned thought his act;
And they in France, of the best rank and station,