STEER, helmsman, till you steer our way, By stars beyond the line; We go to found a realm, one day, Like England's self to shine. CHORUS. Cheer up! cheer up! our course we'll keep, With dauntless heart and hand; And when we've ploughed the stormy deep, We'll plough a smiling land -- A land, where beauties importune The Briton to its bowers, To sow but plenteous seeds, and prune Luxuriant fruits and flowers. @3Chorus@1. -- Cheer up! cheer up! &c. There, tracts uncheered by human words, Seclusion's wildest holds, Shall hear the lowing of our herds, And tinkling of our folds. @3Chorus@1. -- Cheer up! cheer up! &c Like rubies set in gold, shall blush Our vineyards girt with corn; And wine, and oil, and gladness gush From Amalthea's horn. @3Chorus@1. -- Cheer up! cheer up! &c. Britannia's pride is in our hearts, Her blood is in our veins -- We'll girdle earth with British arts, Like Ariel's magic chains. CHORUS. Cheer up! cheer up! our course we'll keep, With dauntless heart and hand; And when we've ploughed the stormy deep, We'll plough a smiling land. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEVER TOO LATE: THE PALMER'S ODE by ROBERT GREENE GOING AND STAYING by THOMAS HARDY THE LONELY CHILD by JAMES OPPENHEIM THE AUTHOR'S EPITAPH, MADE BY HIMSELF by WALTER RALEIGH IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE HOLY GRAIL by ALFRED TENNYSON |