THE BROWNIES IN ENGLAND.

So to the gate at once we ’ll race
And gain an entrance to the place.
And through each hold and keep we ’ll go,
From turret high to dungeon low,
To view the arms and fixtures strange,
Preserved so well through many a change,
To be a lesson full and free
For generations yet to be.”
Soon through the place the Brownies ran
This lance to view, that helmet scan,
Or gaze upon an ax with dread,
That lopped off many a royal head;
And heavy-fashioned
halberds viewed
That paths at Agincourt
had hewed,
Where Henry, on
St. Crispin’s day,
In face of odds
showed no dismay.
They climbed inside
of armor old
And peeped out where
the visage bold
Of some crusader
oft had frowned
Upon his turbaned
foes around.
The helmet cleft, the corselet bent,

The baldric pierced, and symbol rent
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