Rise! ye gallant youth of Britain, Gather to your country's call, On your hearts her name is written, Rise to help her, one and all!

The dews of Hermon rest upon thee now, Fair saint and martyr! and yet once again Faith, hope and charity, like gracious rain, Fall on thy consecrated virgin br…

'Let byegones be byegones,'-they foolishly say, And bid me be wise and forget them; But old recollections are active to-day, And I can do nought but regret the…

Hush,-for the halo of calmness is spreading Over my spirit as mild as a dove; Hush,-for the angel of comfort is shedding Over my body his vial of love; Hush,-f…