Where twilight is, where light shall be
When conquered wrong and conquering right
Acclaim a world set free.


XVI

Calm as our mother-land, the mother
Of faith and freedom, pure and wise,
Keeps watch beneath unchangeful skies,
When hath she watched the woes of other
Strange lands with alien eyes?


XVII

Calm as she stands alone, what nation
Hath lacked an alms from English hands?
What exiles from what stricken lands
Have lacked the shelter of the station
Where higher than all she stands?


XVIII

Though time discrown and change dismantle
The pride of thrones and towers that frown,
How should they bring her glories down--
The sea cast round her like a mantle,
The sea-cloud like a crown?