COME ye -- who, if (which Heaven avert!) the Land Were with herself at strife, would take your stand, Like gallant Falkland, by the Monarch's side, And, like Montrose, make Loyalty your pride -- Come ye -- who, not less zealous, might display Banners at enmity with regal sway, And, like the Pyms and Miltons of that day, Think that a State would live in sounder health If Kingship bowed its head to Commonwealth -- Ye too -- whom no discreditable fear Would keep, perhaps with many a fruitless tear, Uncertain what to choose and how to steer -- And ye -- who might mistake for sober sense And wise reserve the plea of indolence -- Come ye -- whate'er your creed -- O waken all, Whate'er your temper, at your Country's call; Resolving (this a free-born Nation can) To have one Soul, and perish to a man, Or save this honoured Land from every Lord But British reason and the British sword. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: AMI GREEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LIFE [AND DEATH] by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD GREEN RIVER by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT FIRE, FAMINE AND SLAUGHTER. A WAR ECLOGUE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A DOUBTFUL CHOICE by EDWARD DE VERE OPEN THY HEART by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE WIFE'S SONG by ERNEST BENSHIMOL WELCOME TO EGYPT by MATHILDE BLIND MERCHANT ADVENTURERS (WITH ACKNOWLEDGMENTS TO SIMEON STRUNSKY) by BERTON BRALEY |