Poetry

My Native Land

My Native Land

By Alfred Lambourne

My Native Land, O Mistress of the Sea,
Fair and renowned, the Anglo-Saxon Land;
On this, my Natal-day my heart to thee
Love turns from where the Western Mountains stand.
The Britons’ Land, the Land where Caesar came,
That Boadicea, Alfred, Harold saw,
Those who loved Liberty, bright in their fame,
Land of the Magna Charta, Modern Law!
And Chaucer’s, Spencer’s, Milton’s, Shakespeare’s state,
Land of a people rich in varied blood,
In Art, in Science, Peace and War still great,
Realm where life’s tide moves quickly to its flood:
Thy Beacon Light, O England, still burns true.
Old Land of Freedom’s Dream, Hail from the New!

(1920)

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