Men of England! who inherit
Rights that cost your sires their blood!
Men whose undegenerate spirit
Has been proved on field and flood:
By the foes, you've fought uncounted,
By the glorious deeds, you've done,
Trophies captured, breaches mounted,
Navies conquered, kingdoms won!
Yet, remember, England gathers
Hence but fruitless wreaths of fame,
If the freedom of your fathers
Glow not in your hearts the same.
What are monuments of bravery,
Where no public virtues bloom?
What avail in lands of slavery,
Trophied temples, arch, and tomb?
Pageants! Let the world revere us
For our people's rights and laws,
And the breasts of civic heroes
Bared in Freedom's holy cause.
Yours are Hampden's, Russell's glory,
Sidney's matchless shade is yours,
Martyrs in the heroic story,
Worth a hundred Agincourts!
We're the sons of sires that baffled
Crowned and mitered tyranny;
They defied the field and scaffold
For their birthrights, so will we!
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Maiya Devi Dahal
I have a great passion to work for the overall betterment of women and children who have been facing a real hard time in their career aspects and lacking behind all the fundamental ones.
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