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William Wordsworth - "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?
          Dear Mother! if thou `must` thy steps retrace,
          Go where at least meek Innocency dwells;
          Let Babes and Sucklings be thy oracles.
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