Richard Chenevix Trench (Ричард Ченевикс Тренч)

England (We look for, and have promise to behold)

We look for, and have promise to behold
A better country, such as earth has none--
Yet, England, am I still thy duteous son,
And never will this heart be dead or cold
At the relation of thy glories old,
Or of what newer triumphs thou hast won,
Where thou as with a mighty arm hast done
The work of God, quelling the tyrants bold.
Elect of nations, for the whole world’s good
Thou wert exalted to a doom so high--
To outbrave Rome’s “triple tyrant,” to confound
Every oppressor, that with impious flood
Would drown the landmarks of humanity,
The limits God hath set to nations and their bound.

1. To a Friend Entering the Ministry
2. Sonnet to Silvio Pellico, on Reading the Account of His Imprisonment
3. To the Same (Songs of deliverance compassed thee about)
4. Lines
5. Sonnet (What good soever in thy heart or mind)

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