My england

where suns first rising warmed the land

with sweeping strokes of gold on green

upon which dew will come to hand

 to place itself in artists scene.

What cause is this to make such sight

that sends the heart to soar its pace,

with pride that sets the soul ignite

and hold it there with strong embrace.

 Did fortunes wish conspire with fate

to bless me with this place of birth

which love of natures hand create

and place as crown upon this earth.

to ensure the cross of George shall fly

swear this, my England, I would die