Sonnet.
I love to see you each upon his steed,
Ye Yeomanry of England, once agen
Ready, with spur and sword, to serve our need,
After the fashion of the ancient men
Of England.—War has been too much a trade.—
Among our Sires it was a Service paid
By peaceful livers—part as pastime plied
By Peasant and by Lord, because, that then
As now, it was their duty and their pride
To fight, with the same Omen, side by side,
For the same regal Banner. Therefore stay
Your ploughshares ever and anon—as now
With patriot steel prepared, and Christian vow,
To shield our sacred soil from the Anarch’s sway.