She stands a thousand-wintered tree By countless morns impearled; Her broad roots coil beneath the sea, Her branches sweep the world ; Her seeds, by careless winds conveyed, Clothe the remotest strand With forests from her scatterings made, New nations fostered in her shade And linking land with land. O ye by wandering tempest sown 'Neath every alien star, Forget not whence the breath was blown That wafted you afar ! For ye are still her ancient seed On younger soil let fall -- Children of Britain's island-breed, To whom the Mother in her need Perchance may one day call.
Motherland
Song Cycle by Frederic H. Wood (1880 - 1963)
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Language: English
Authorship:
- by William Watson, Sir (1858 - 1935), "England and her colonies", appears in Poems, first published 1892
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Language: English
Behold, she is risen who lay asleep so long, Our England, our Belovèd ! We have seen The swelling of the waters, we have heard The thundering cataracts call. Behold, she is risen, Lovelier in resurrection than the face Of vale or mountain, when, with storming tears, At all Earth's portals knocks the importunate Spring. We watched her sleeping. Day and night we strove With the dread spell that drowsed her heart. And thrice In the unrest of her sick dreams she stirred, Half raised herself, half oped her lips and lids, And thrice the evil charm prevailed, and thrice She fell back forceless. But behold, she is risen, The Hope of the World is risen, is risen anew.
Authorship:
- by William Watson, Sir (1858 - 1935), "The awakening", appears in The Year of Shame, first published 1897
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Language: English
Behold, she is risen who lay asleep so long, Our England, our Belovèd ! We have seen The swelling of the waters, we have heard The thundering cataracts call. Behold, she is risen, Lovelier in resurrection than the face Of vale or mountain, when, with storming tears, At all Earth's portals knocks the importunate Spring. We watched her sleeping. Day and night we strove With the dread spell that drowsed her heart. And thrice In the unrest of her sick dreams she stirred, Half raised herself, half oped her lips and lids, And thrice the evil charm prevailed, and thrice She fell back forceless. But behold, she is risen, The Hope of the World is risen, is risen anew.
Authorship:
- by William Watson, Sir (1858 - 1935), "The awakening", appears in The Year of Shame, first published 1897
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