"Upon the midlands now the industrious muse doth fall, The shires which we the heart of England well may call. My native country thou, which so brave spirits hast bred, Or any good of thine thou bred'st into my birth, |
"Upon the midlands now the industrious muse doth fall, The shires which we the heart of England well may call. My native country thou, which so brave spirits hast bred, Or any good of thine thou bred'st into my birth, |