But I hear their spirits call—
"Is our Mighty Mother hasting
To avenge her children's fall?"
'England rise! Thine ancient thunder
Humbled mightier foes than these;
Broke a whole world's bonds asunder,
Gave thee empire o'er the seas:
And while yet one rose may blossom,
Emblem of thy former bloom,
Let not age invade thy bosom—