Maxioms by Thomas Campbell
Britannia needs no bulwarks
No towers along the steep;
Her march is o'er the mountain wave,
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Britannia needs no bulwarks
No towers along the steep;
Her march is o'er the mountain wave,
Her home is on the deep.
A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.
A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.
Out spoke the victor then,
As he hail'd them o'er the wave,
Ye are brothers! ye are read more
Out spoke the victor then,
As he hail'd them o'er the wave,
Ye are brothers! ye are men!
And we conquer but to save;
So peace instead of death let us bring;
But yield, proud foe, let us bring;
With the crews, at England's feet,
And make submission meet
To our King.
Ye mariners of England!
That guard our native seas;
Whose flag has braved a thousand years,
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Ye mariners of England!
That guard our native seas;
Whose flag has braved a thousand years,
The battle and the breeze!
O star-eyed Science, hast thou wander'd there,
To waft us home the message of despair?
O star-eyed Science, hast thou wander'd there,
To waft us home the message of despair?
