OR THE ISLE OF THE MIGHTY MEN .

M Y Country! first upon the rolls of fame,
I love thee! glory in thy envied name!
Isle OF THE M IGHTY ! to thy warlike shores
The patriot Muse, the pristine theme restores:

I see thee towering from the ambient tides,
That pour earth's every produce in thy lap,
Proud of the POWER that on their surface rides,
On which the nations lean as on a prop:
While he, that o'er submitting Europe strides,
And every tie of heav'n and earth derides,
Beholds thy form erect in Glory's gap,
Hears from thy voice alone, " Fell Monster, stop! "

B RITAIN ! let Justice still thy annals date,
And Time, in Truth's blest voice, shall call thee great .