ody glory did she raise
Her martial hand; and Canada was thrown
Into a state of war.[A] But all essays
To sever her allegiance from her King
Proved vain--her faith remained unfaltering.

XLV.

But once America unrighteously
Led forth her armies. Only to defend
Her people's honour and integrity
Has she, since then, allowed them to contend
In bitter warfare. And the peaceful arts
Engage more readily her people's hearts.

XLVI.

A noble nation striving peacefully
To gain the highest pinnacle of honour,
Without a peer in ingenuity;
Well mayest thou, great England, look upon her
As worthier far to be thy firm ally
Than any European monarchy.

XLVII.

Send forth thy Prince's son, and let him find
In broad America a worthy bride.
Thus let the ties of blood together bind
The Anglo-Saxon race on either side
The great Atlantic. Keep thy princes free
From royal Europe's mad heredity.

XLVIII.

Far better were it they should choose their brides
From some American pure family,
Than wed their cousins, in whose blood, besides
The fell disease which immorality
Of ancestors has planted there, there run
Weaknesses caused by kindred's union.

XLIX.

The scurvy-stricken family whose head
Rules all the Russias' limitless domain;
The progeny of Ludwig, lately dead
By his own hand; the Hohenzollern vain
And proud, and yet diseased; or Austria's queen
Whose hidden madness still is plainly seen:

L.

Shall we defile our royal English blood
By marriage with such families as these?
Shall English kings inherit all this flood
Of imbecility and dread disease?
Must all the purity of Guelph be so
Impaired and ruined by this noisome flow?

LI.

Nay, rather let us throw aside that form,
(That well had been abolished in the past),
Which bids our royal princes to conform
To rules as rigid as the Indian caste
Distinctions, nor a single Prince allows
To marry other than a royal spouse.

LII.

And let our England's royal House be bound
By wedlock to America. Perchance
This bond may, in a future day, be found
The first of many, which shall so enhance
Our mutual love that, by God's kindly grace,
On History's page this name shall have a place:
"THE EMPIRE OF THE ANGLO-SAXON RACE."

LIII.

Great England! Land of liberty and peace,
With fond regret I leave thy hallowed shore;
But, in my exile, I can never cease
To love the Land that I may see no more.
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