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William Wordsworth - The Eagle and the Dove
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          SHADE of Caractacus, if spirits love
          The cause they fought for in their earthly home
          To see the Eagle ruffled by the Dove
          May soothe thy memory of the chains of Rome.

          These children claim thee for their sire; the breath
          Of thy renown, from Cambrian mountains, fans
          A flame within them that despises death
          And glorifies the truant youth of Vannes.

          With thy own scorn of tyrants they advance,
          But truth divine has sanctified their rage,                 
          A silver cross enchased with flowers of France
          Their badge, attests the holy fight they wage.

          The shrill defiance of the young crusade
          Their veteran foes mock as an idle noise;
          But unto Faith and Loyalty comes aid
          From Heaven, gigantic force to beardless boys.
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