Ii

Lament, O Muse of the Thames, in pride lament again, With low melodious grief remember them in this hour!-- Beyond your dauntless joy, my brother, was our pain. Above all gold, my country, the lavish price of thy power-- The ancient groves have mourn'd our sons, for whom no more The sisterly kisses of life, the loved embraces. Remember the love of them who came not home from the war, The fatherly tears and the veil'd faces.