WATSON
She stands, a thousand wintered tree,By countless morns impearled;Her broad roots coil beneath the sea,Her branches sweep the world;Her seeds, by careless winds conveyed,Clothe the remotest strandWith forests from her scatterings made,New nations fostered in her shade,And linking land with land.O ye by wandering tempest sown’Neath every alien star,Forget not whence the breath was blownThat wafted you afar!For ye are still her ancient seedOn younger soil let fall—Children of Britain’s island-breed,To whom the Mother in her needPerchance may one day call.William Watson.
She stands, a thousand wintered tree,By countless morns impearled;Her broad roots coil beneath the sea,Her branches sweep the world;Her seeds, by careless winds conveyed,Clothe the remotest strandWith forests from her scatterings made,New nations fostered in her shade,And linking land with land.O ye by wandering tempest sown’Neath every alien star,Forget not whence the breath was blownThat wafted you afar!For ye are still her ancient seedOn younger soil let fall—Children of Britain’s island-breed,To whom the Mother in her needPerchance may one day call.William Watson.
She stands, a thousand wintered tree,By countless morns impearled;Her broad roots coil beneath the sea,Her branches sweep the world;Her seeds, by careless winds conveyed,Clothe the remotest strandWith forests from her scatterings made,New nations fostered in her shade,And linking land with land.
O ye by wandering tempest sown’Neath every alien star,Forget not whence the breath was blownThat wafted you afar!For ye are still her ancient seedOn younger soil let fall—Children of Britain’s island-breed,To whom the Mother in her needPerchance may one day call.
William Watson.