OUR England's heart is sound as oak; Our English will is firm; And through our actions Freedom spoke In history's proudest term: When Blake was lord from shore to shore, And Cromwell rul'd the land, And Milton's words were shields of power To stay the oppressor's hand. Our England's heart is yet as sound, As firm our English will; And tyrants, be they cowl'd or crown'd, Shall find us fearless still. And though our Vane be in his tomb, Though Hampden's blood is cold, Their spirits live to lead our doom As in the days of old. Our England's heart is stout as oak; Our English will as brave As when indignant Freedom spoke From Eliot's prison grave. And closing yet again with Wrong, A world in arms shall see Our England foremost of the strong And first among the free. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LET ME NOT LOSES MY DREAM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE MENTAL TRAVELLER by WILLIAM BLAKE WAR IS KIND: 21 by STEPHEN CRANE THE LOVER COMFORTETH HIMSELF WITH THE WORTHINESS OF HIS LOVE by HENRY HOWARD SMALL BEGINNINGS by CHARLES MACKAY |