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To morrow let us do or die.

Lo! at the couch where infant beauty sleeps; Her silent watch the mournful mother keeps; She, while the lovely babe unconscious lies, Smiles on her slumbering child with pensive eyes.

On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh, No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I; No harp like my own could so cheerily play, And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray.

His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.

Mother of dead dogs.

Men of England! who inherit Rights that cost your sires their blood.

Britannia needs no bulwarks No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain wave, Her home is on the deep.

In England three are sixty different religions, and only one sauce.

To bear is to conquer our fate.

The wine is poured, you should drink it.

United States, your banner wears Two emblems--one of fame; Alas! the other that it bears Reminds us of your shame. Your banner's constellation types White freedom with its stars, But what's the meaning of the stripes? They mean your negroes' scars.

The meteor flag of England.

Ye mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!

Ye field flowers! the gardens eclipse you 'tis true: Yet wildings of nature, I dote upon you, For ye waft me to summers of old, When the earth teem'd around me with fairy delight, And when daisies and buttercups gladden'd my sight, Like treasures of silver and gold.

Hope for a season bade the world farewell, And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell! . . . . O'er Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow.

'Twas sung, how they were lovely in their lives, And in their deaths had not divided been.

'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.

What's hallowed ground? Has earth a clod Its Maker mean'd not should be trod By man, the image of his God, Erect and free, Unscourged by Superstition's rod.

Auspicious Hope! in thy sweet garden grow Wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe.

Cease, every joy, to glimmer in my mind, But leave,--oh! leave the light of Hope behind!