Richard Chenevix Trench (Ричард Ченевикс Тренч)

England (Peace, Freedom, Happiness, have loved to wait)

Peace, Freedom, Happiness, have loved to wait
On the fair islands, fenced by circling seas,
And ever of such favoured spots as these
Have the wise dreamers dreamed, that would create
That perfect model of a happy state,
Which the world never saw. Oceana,
Utopia such, and Plato’s isle that lay
Westward of Gades and the Great Sea’s gate.
Dreams are they all, which yet have helped to make
That underneath fair polities we dwell,
Though marred in part by envy, faction, hate--
Dreams which are dear, dear England, for thy sake,
Who art indeed that sea-girt citadel,
And nearest image of that perfect state.

1. To the Same (Look, dearest, what a glory from the sun)
2. Sonnet (What good soever in thy heart or mind)
3. To the Same (O dowered with a searching glance to see)
4. The Island of Madeira
5. England (We look for, and have promise to behold)

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