John Henry Newman

Here you will find the Poem England of poet John Henry Newman

England

Type of the West, and glorying in the name 
More than in Faith's pure fame! 
Oh. trust not crafty fort nor rock renowned 
Earned upon hostile ground; 
Wielding Trade's master-keys, at thy proud will 
To lock or loose its waters, England! trust not still. 

Dread thine own power! Since haughty Babel's prime, 
High towers have been man's crime. 
Since her hoar age, when the huge moat lay bare, 
Strongholds have been man's snare. 
Thy nest is in the crags; ah, refuge frail! 
Mad counsel in its hour, or traitors, will prevail. 

He who scanned Sodom for His righteous men 
Still spares thee for thy ten; 
But, should vain tongues the Bride of Heaven defy, 
He will not pass thee by; 
For, as earth's kings welcome their spotless guest, 
So gives He them by turn, to suffer or be blest.