SONS of the Fair Isle! forget not the time Ere spoilers had breathed the free air of your clime: All that its eagles behold in their flight Was yours, from the deep of each storm-mantled height, Though from your race that proud birthright be torn, Unquenched is the spirit for monarchy born. CHORUS. Darkly though clouds may hang o'er us awhile, The crown shall not pass from the Beautiful Isle. Ages may roll ere your children regain The land for which heroes have perished in vain; Yet, in the sound of your names shall be power, Around her still gathering in glory's full hour. Strong in the fame of the mighty that sleep, Your Britain shall sit on the throne of the deep. CHORUS. Then shall their spirits rejoice in her smile, Who died for the crown of the Beautiful Isle. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MERSA by KEITH CASTELLAINE DOUGLAS VENI CREATOR SPIRITUS by GREGORY I ON THE DEATH OF DR. ROBERT LEVET, A PRACTISER IN PHYSIC by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) OLD POETS by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE: 5 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SINCERE FLATTERY OF R.B. by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN THE CRUSADERS' MARCH by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |