I.
Indomitable merit
Of the stout old-English mind!
That makes a man inherit
The glories of his kind--
That scatters all around him
Until he stands sublime,
With nothing to confound him
The conquerer of Time,--
O mighty Perseverance!
O Courage, stern and stout,
That wills and works a clearance
Of every rabble rout,--
That cannot brook denial
And scarce allows delay,
But wins from every trial
More strength for every day,--
Antagonistic Power!
I praise -- for praise I can--
The God, the place, the hour
That makes a man a Man--
The God, from whom all greatness--
The place, old England's shore--
The hour, an hour of lateness
(For time may soon be o'er)--
The Man -- ay, every brother
Of Anglo-Saxon race
Who owns a British mother
In Freedom's dwelling place!

II.
I feel, I feel within me
That courage self-possess'd--
The force, that yet shall win me
The brightest and the best--
The stalwart English daring
That steadily steps on,
Unswerving and unsparing
Until the world is won,--
The boldness and the quiet
That calmly go ahead,
In spite of wrath and riot,
In spite of quick and dead,--
Hot Energy to spur me,
Keen Enterprise to guide,
And Conscience to upstir me,
And Duty by my side,
And Hope before me singing
Assurance of success,
And rapid Action springing
At once to nothing less,
And all the mighty movings
That wrestle in my breast,
The longings and the lovings,
The Spirit's glad unrest
That scorns excuse to tender
Or Fortune's favour ask,
And never will surrender,
Whatever be the task!

III.
I cannot wait for chances,
For luck I will not look;
In faith my spirit glances
At Providence -- God's book;
And there, discerning truly,
That right is might at length,
I dare go forward duly
In quietness and strength,
Unflinching and unfearing,
The flatterer of none,
And in good courage wearing
The honours I have won!
Let Circumstance oppose me,
I beat it to my will;
And if the flood o'erflows me,
I dive and stem it still,--
No hindering dull material
Shall conquer or control
My energies ethereal--
My gladiator soul!
I will contrive occasion,
Not tamely bide my time;
No Capture, but Creation
Shall make my sport sublime!
Let lower spirits linger
For sign by beck or nod,
I always see the finger
Of an onward-urging God!

IV.
Not selfish -- not hard-hearted--
Not vain, nor deaf, nor blind--
From wisdom not departed,
But in humbleness of mind,
Still shall mine independence
Stand manfully alone,
Nor dance a tame attendance
On any mortal throne,
Discipline of no teacher
Except the One in Heav'n,
And yielding to no creature
The Reason He hath giv'n!
Oh thus, while contemplation
In faith beholds above
My glorious hope, Salvation,
Eternity of Love,
And while an English spirit
Is bubbling at my heart,
To strengthen and upstir it
To play a giant's part,
No hindrance, nor misfortune--
No man's neglect, nor ill,
Shall bend me to importune
One weak indulgence still;
But with my God to nerve me,
My soul shall overwhelm
All circumstances to serve me
In my Spiritual Realm!