Ye mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!
His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.
Love! the surviving gift of Heaven, The choicest sweet of Paradise, In life's else bitter cup distilled.
Ye are brothers! ye are men! And we conquer but to save.
The smaller your reality, the more convinced you are that you know everything.
Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name.