(bros sex tne tue state oF urs covsTRY.) chesaaid til we tator, Mad'ning sony of woe to sin And mourn our noble decay. es, statesmen of the Inuel, In our ancient records stand world, O'er the lind, and o'er the rivers, fen Ages cussed, and pride and pelf, With the comnion love of self, Had robbed our lives of potency and Mighty forces from afar, They could neither use for War—And rinught could stay for us the fatal dour, Going on from bad to worse, Bringing swiftly curse an entse—The startled people staring in the gloom Nor doth aught their health decree, As with bated breath they see Their country rushing madly to its doom.
Proud to herald ancient thi Learning, laws, and rule of Kinus, Not knowing progress' nod was wisdom's beck, Lalled to indolent repose, Crassest folly, sure it kno Behold the ship of-State a stranded wreck From the West our wise men came, Lauding One of fairest fame, And all the train of blessings follow on.
Why should we the truth reject, Fail to honour and respect The mandates which from heaven forth have gone?
Wise, we shall re-read the past, And our horoscope re-cast—We shall redeem the fame we won by toil, Righteousness regain her seat, Full free life in pulses beat, And heroes spring unbidden from the soil.
W. P.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.