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THE YOUNG ENGLISHMAN'S FIRST
Arose from out the azure main,
And guardian angels sung the strain:
Britons never shall be slaves.
Must in their turns to tyrants fall,
The dread and envy of them all.
More dreadful from each foreign stroke;
Serves but to root thy native oak.
All their attempts to bend thee down
And work their woe and thy renown.
Thy cities shall with commerce shine;
And every shore it circles thine!
The Muses still, with Freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coast repair;
And manly hearts to guard the fair:-
2.—THE DOG AND THE WATER-LILY,
The noon was shady, and soft airs
Swept Ouse's silent tide,
I wander'd on his side.
And high in pedigree,
That spaniel found for me,)
Now starting into sight,
With scarce a slower flight.
His lilies newly blown;
And one I wish'd my own.
To steer it close to land;
Escaped my eager hand.
With fix'd considerate face,
To comprehend the case.