When streams of unkindness, as bitter as gall, Bubble up from the heart to the tongue, And Meekness is writhing in torment and thrall, By the hands of Ingratitude wrung,- In the heat of injustice, unwept and unfair, While the anguish is festering yet, None, none but an angel or God can declare 'I now can forgive and forget.'

'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…

Deceit and treachery skulk with hatred, but an honest spirit flieth with anger.

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!