Eliza Cook (Элиза Кук)

The Englishman

THERE’S a land that bears a world-known name,
  Though it is but a little spot;
I say ’tis first on the scroll of Fame,
  And who shall say it is not?
Of the deathless ones who shine and live
  In Arms, in Arts, or Song;
The brightest the whole wide world can give,
  To that little land belong.
’Tis the star of earth, deny it who can;
The island home of an Englishman.

There’s a flag that waves o’er every sea,
  No matter when or where:
And to treat that flag as aught but the free
  Is more than the strongest dare.
For the lion-spirits that tread the deck
  Have carried the palm of the brave;
And that flag may sink with a shot-torn wreck,
  But never float over a slave;
Its honour is stainless, deny it who can;
And this is the flag of an Englishman.

There’s a heart that leaps with burning glow,
  The wronged and the weak to defend;
And strikes as soon for a trampled foe,
  As it does for a soul-bound friend.
It nurtures a deep and honest love;
  It glows with faith and pride;
And yearns with the fondness of a dove,
  To the light of its own fireside.
’Tis a rich, rough gem, deny it who can;
And this is the heart of an Englishman.

The Briton may traverse the pole or the zone,
  And boldly claim his right;
For he calls such a vast domain his own,
  That the sun never sets on his might.
Let the haughty stranger seek to know
  The place of his home and birth;
And a flush will pour from cheek to brow;
  While he tells his native earth.
For a glorious charter, deny it who can,
Is breathed in the words “I’m an Englishman.”

1. St. Patrick’s Day
2. The Thames
3. The Banner of Union
4. Song of the Worm
5. Teddy O'Neale

Gilbert Chesterton (Гилберт Честертон) The Englishman ("St George he was for England")

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