Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1849-01-18

ENGLAND.

ENGLAND.
The glory Of children are their fathers Pro
Land Of the rare old chronicle,
The legend and The lay,
Where deeds Of fancy's dream are truthI 4.
OF all thine ancient day;
| LAID where the holly -bongh isgreen
Around the druid's pile,
And greener yet the histories
That wresthe his rugged isle.
Land of old story like thine aak
The aged, but the strong,
And wound with antique mistletoe
And ivy,wrealhs Of song; ......
Old isle and glnrions-I have heard
Thy fancy across the sea. ".
And know my fathers homes are thine;
My fathers rest with thee
know they sleep in hallow'd ground
Beneath the church's shade, .-
Where ring old bells eternaly,
For PRAYER incessant made;
Nor dull their ear to living prayers,
g. Nor vain the anthems swell;
Where .'hris,ian sounds are luting him,
The Chsislionshmbers well.
And could get my dust lay down
Beneath old England's sward. ~
For lull'd by her, 'twere sweet 10 wait -
The coming of the Lord. /:
Oh, England, let thy child desire
Upon thy beast TO be,
And bless thee in the mother words
My mother taught to me! Is
For ] have learned them in the tales
Thy sasest sons have told,
And loved their music in romantic
md roundelavs Of old:
And have wooed thy poet tide
From foun; ain head along,
| From warbled gush, TO torrent roar
And cataract Of song.
And thou art no strange land to me,
From Cumberland 10 Kent,
With hills and wales OF household narno
And woods Of wilder event:
For tales Of Guy aid Robinhood
My childhood ne'er could tire.
And Alfred's poet story reused
My boyhood TO the Tyre.
And have lived my student years
On Isis wizard side,
In sooth, no candidate, ween.
For Nina. Matters pride;
For fancy that could awe my soul
To surpl.cc, hood, and gown,
Hath mingled me in coIlrge-ireaks,
And quarrvls with Tie Town.
Dear happy homes! where others slight,
| The boon my soul had priced,
The cells WHERE sages have been bred,
Aud human lore baptized
Those walks If towering Magdaienc,
Those Christie hurch neads so fair.
st. Mary's spi,e-chime answering chime,
And early bell for prayer!
Oh shame ye yawning Balliol men
Who hale the prayer bells tOl't
That |, a fal off stranger wight.
Should l@v: il, in my soul;
That Of the Mantuan's h-ckne.' d verso
Revivcs at thought Of y"u;
Oh, happiest Of the happy-ye,
r hat ,.on. liz, knoM.f
In day-dreams o! l*e rowing wish.
The Cferwell's banks 'vc trod;
Have pulled an oar on Isis tide,
Or strayed with gun and rod;
Have taken rooms bu,gla'ious thought!
Called quiet Corpus mine;
And won prize; We wranglirg SOPHIE
Forgive the bod design!
1t ne'er can be-but, fancy.ftecj
To live in ones desire,
To catch from dreams what real life
In O$ford would inspire;
This use OF fancy have made,
Forbidden else 10 roam,
Till England is home 10 me,
Besides my native home.
Fair isle Thy Doves wild dale along
With Walton have ruved.
And London too, with all the heart
OF bury Johnson. loved!
Chamclcon.like my soul has ta'en
Its every hue from thine,
From Easlcheap'S epidemic laugh.
To Avon's gloom divine.
All thanks to pencil. aud the psge
OF grave,'s mimic art.
That Engiand's panOrsma Iavo
To picture up my hcani
That round nv spirits eye have built
Thine old cathedral piles,
And 1urg the chequered window.light
Adown their t.ophied sislss.
kAow thine abbey. Wcs,minstcS.
Al sea birds knew their meet.
And llics nv Aome.sick snul 10 thee
l Nheo ., .vo,,ll find eaat 4.