MISCELLANEOUS PIECES. THE HOMES OF ENGLAND. "Where's the coward that would not dare Marmion. THE stately Homes of England, O'er all the pleasant land. The deer across their greensward bound, And the swan glides past them with the sound The merry Homes of England! What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light! There woman's voice flows forth in song, Or lips move tunefully along The blessed Homes of England! That breathes from Sabbath hours! The Cottage Homes of England! They are smiling o'er the silvery brooks, And fearless there the lowly sleep, The free, fair Homes of England! And green for ever be the groves, And bright the flowery sod, Where first the child's glad spirit loves Its country and its God! |