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Young England--What Is Then Become Of Old

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YOUNG ENGLAND--what is then become of Old
Of dear Old England? Think they she is dead,
Dead to the very name? Presumption fed
On empty air! That name will keep its hold
In the true filial bosom's inmost fold
For ever.--The Spirit of Alfred, at the head
Of all who for her rights watched, toiled and bled,
Knows that this prophecy is not too bold.
What--how! shall she submit in will and deed
To Beardless Boys--an imitative race,

The 'servum pecus' of a Gallic breed?
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Edward Kofi Louis 15 January 2020

Of a Gallic breed! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Alouwou Mandjah 15 January 2020

Think they she is dead?

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Mahtab Bangalee 15 January 2020

England Young England The Natural England grows up but never grow old

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