Front matter

It is not to be thought of that the flood Of British freedom, which to the open sea Of the world's praise, from dark antiquity Hath flowed "with pomp of waters unwithstood"— Road by which all might come and go that would, And bear out freights of worth to foreign lands; That this most famous stream in bogs and sands Should perish, and to evil and to good Be lost for ever. In our halls is hung Armoury of the invincible knights of old: We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That Shakespeare spake—the faith and morals hold Which Milton held. In everything we're sprung Of earth's first blood, have titles manifold. —W. Wordsworth.