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Fleet Street Eclogue
Herbert.I hear the lofty lark,The lowly nightingale.
Basil.The Present is a dungeon darkOf social problems. Break the gaol!Get out into the splendid Past,Or bid the splendid Future hail.
Menzies.Nor then, nor now, nor first, nor last,I know. The slave of ruthless Law,To me Time seems a dungeon vastWhere Life lies rotting in the straw.
Basil.I care not for your imagesOf Life and Law. I want to singOf England and of EnglishmenWho made our country what it is.
Herbert.And I to praise the English Spring.
Percy.St. George for Merry England, then!

Menzies.

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