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Menzies.
There is no England now, I fear.

Basil.
No England, say you; and since when?

Menzies.
Cockney and Celt and Scot are here,
And Democrats and "ans" and "ists"
In clubs and cliques and divers lists;
But now we have no Englishmen.

Basil.
You utter what you never felt,
I know. By bog and mount and fen,
No Saxon, Norman, Scot, or Celt
I find, but only Englishmen.

Herbert.
In all our hedges roses bud.

Basil.
And thought and speech are more than blood.

Herbert.
Away with spleen, and let us sing
The English Spring, the English Spring!

Basil.