Robert Folkestone Williams, Lady Eureka; or, The Mystery: A Prophecy of the Future…
“ Hurra for merry England, the island of the blest, Where gen’rous thoughts, and loving hopes, are nursed in ev’ry breast; Where valleys green, and mountains high, and rivers strong and deep, Are fill’d with blissful memories Time cannot set to sleep. Hurra for merry England! Confusion on her foe! And gladness shine upon her homes—for merry England ho! “Hurra for mighty England! the island of the brave! ”
