A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

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To ?nmetrel Boy to the war ie gone

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In the ran.k.s of death you'll find him;

Hie father's s'11ord he hae girded on,

And his wild harp along behind him.-

11 Land of aoog I " u.id the wurior bard,

"Though all the world betrays thee,

Or~e sword at lteaat thy righta ahall guard,

One faithful harp ehall praise thee I"

The Minatrellfell !-but the foemau'e chain

Could not bring his proud aoul Wider ;

The harp he l<>ved ne'er spoke again,

For he tore ita chorda uunder ;

.A.od aaid, "No chaine ahall sully thee,

Thou soul of love and bravery I

ThY aong~~ weJ:-e m!uie for the pure and free,

They 8halluever sound in al.avery."

Moou.

:Bll.:lu.m7.e there the m11o, with eoul eo dead,
Who never to himaelf hath said,
"This is my 0'111'11 1 my native land I"
Whose heart hath ne'er "ithin him b'Dl'D'd,
Aa home his foot.etepe he hath torn'd,
From wand'riug on a foreign atrand I
If eoch there breathe, go, ma.rk him weJJ ;
For him no Minatrel rapturea IJWell;
High though hie titles, proud hie name,
Boundleaa hill Wt!alth &a wish can claim ;
Deepite thoee titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, con<:entred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit ft.Ur renown,
And doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile doat, from whenc:e he eprung,
Unwept, Wlhono,nr'd, and Wllllllg.
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