Poem by Anonymous

Oxford

O OXFORD! let delivered Britain know
From thy famed seats her several blessings flow.
The accoutred barons and assisting knights
In thee prepared for council or for fights,
Planned and obtained her civil liberty:
Truth found her fearless witnesses in thee;
When, tried as gold, saints, from thy tottering pyres,
Rose up to heaven, Elijah-like, in fires!
Peace to thy walls! and honor to thy name!
May age to age record thy gathering fame!
While thy still favored seats pour forth their youth,
Brave advocates of liberty and truth!
In fair succession rise to bless the realm!
Fathers in church, and statesmen at the helm!

1. King Cormac’s Crown
2. Gathering of Atholl
3. The Banks o’ Glaizart
4. Fare Ye Weel, My Auld Wife
5. The Aisle of Tombs

Lionel Johnson Oxford ("OVER, the four long years! And now there rings")

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