Knowledge and Faith rekindle through the isle,
Nigh quench'd by barbarous war and heathen ire:--
--No more on Balder's grave let Anglia weep
When winter storms entomb the golden year
Sunk in Adonis-sleep;
Another God has risen, and not in vain!
The Woden-ash is low, the Cross asserts her reign.

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--Land of the most law-loving,--the most free!
My dear, dear England! sweet and green as now
The flower-illumined garden of the sea,
And Nature least impair'd by axe and plough!
A laughing land!--Thou seest not in the north
How the black Dane and vulture Norseman wait
The sign of coming forth,
The foul Landeyda flap its raven plume,
And all the realms once more eclipsed in pagan gloom!

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--O race, of many races well compact!
As some rich stream that runs in silver down
From the White Mount:--his baby steps untrack'd
Where clouds and emerald cliffs of crystal frown;
Now, alien founts bring tributary flood,
Or kindred waters blend their native hue,
Some darkening as with blood;
These fraught with iron strength and freshening brine,