But, kindling at the view, for glory burns,
As on thy name his sparkling eyes he turns?
Ages to come shall thy great story hear,

And pay the pious tribute of a tear ;

Thy wondrous deeds shall vet'ran sires recite,

Thy prudence in debate, thy toils in fight;
And ev'ry warrior to the tale reply,

"Be mine like him to conquer, and to die.”

MIDDLETON HOWARD,

WADHAM College.

THE

LOVE OF OUR COUNTRY: UNTRY:

A PRIZE POEM,

RECITED

IN THE THEATRE, OXFORD,

IN THE YEAR MDCCLXXI.

Εἷς οἰωνὸς ἄριτος, ἀμύνεσθαι περὶ πάτρης. ΗΘΜ.

Who fights his Country's battle,

Does in his bosom feel a golden omen

Of victory.

THE

LOVE OF OUR COUNTRY.

YE souls illustrious, who in days of yore
With peerless might the British target bore;
Who, clad in wolf-skin, from the scythed car
Frown'd on the iron brow of mailed war;
Who dar'd your rudely-painted limbs oppose
To Chalybean steel and Roman foes:
And ye of later age, though not less fame,
In tilt and tournament, the princely game
Of Arthur's barons, wont, by hardiest sport,
To claim the fairest guerdon of the court;
Say, holy Shades, did e'er your gen'rous blood
Roll through your faithful sons in nobler flood,