Ye mariners of England, That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze! - Thomas Campbell

The world was sad, the garden was a wild,
And man the hermit sigh'd — till woman smiled.

Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell,
And Freedom shrieked—as Kosciusko fell!

Let Winter come! let polar spirits sweep
The darkening world, and tempest-troubled deep!
Though boundless snows the withered heath deform,
And the dim sun scarce wanders through the storm,
Yet shall the smile of social love repay,
With mental light, the melancholy day!
And, when its short and sullen noon is o'er,
The ice-chained waters slumbering on the shore,
How bright the fagots in his little hall
Blaze on the hearth, and warm the pictured wall!