Poem by Richard Chenevix Trench

Gibraltar

England, we love thee better than we know--
And this I learned, when after wanderings long
’Mid people of another stock and tongue,
I heard again thy martial music blow,
And saw thy gallant children to and fro
Pace, keeping ward at one of those huge gates,
Which like twin giants watch the Herculean straits:
When first I came in sight of that brave show,
It made my very heart within me dance,
To think that thou thy proud foot shouldst advance
Forward so far into the mighty sea;
Joy was it and exultation to behold
Thine ancient standard’s rich emblazonry,
A glorious picture by the wind unrolled.

1. Sonnet to Silvio Pellico, on Reading the Account of His Imprisonment
2. To a Friend Entering the Ministry
3. On Revisiting the Seine
4. To the Same (Look, dearest, what a glory from the sun)
5. To the Same (O dowered with a searching glance to see)

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