WE WALK ON THE PATH WHICH ENCIRCLES THE TREES AND WE GAZE AT THE VALLEYS OF THE THAMES AND THE WHITE HORSE WHICH SURROUNDS US.

BREATHES THERE A MAN WITH SOUL SO DEAD,

WHO NEVER TO HIMSELF HATH SAID,

"THIS IS MY OWN, MY NATIVE LAND",

WHOSE HEART WITHIN HIM NE'ER HATH BURNED

WHEN HOME HIS FOOTSTEPS HE HATH TURNED,

FROM WANDERING IN A FOREIGN STRAND?