My Land

by Patience Worth

Patience Worth

The pith o' my heart be strong
Out of the root from which it sprung,
Yea, and sweet with the perfumes,
The holy perfumes of that most valorous past.
What need I sing? What need I prate?
What need I pledge? What need I troth?
England be the stem 'pon which I bloomed!

Last updated January 14, 2019