Land of our fathers! precious unto me
Since the first joys of thinking infancy;
When of thy gallant chivalry I read,
And hugged the volume on my sleepless bed!
O England!—dearer far than life is dear,
If I forget thy prowess, never more
Be thy . . .
Land of our fathers! loved by me
Since the first joys of thinking infancy;
Loved with a passion since I caught thy praise