Poem by Richard Chenevix Trench

To England

 A SEQUEL TO THE FOREGOING.

Thy duteous loving children fear for thee
In one thing chiefly--for thy pure abodes
And thy undesecrated household Gods,
Thou most religious, and for this most free,
Of all the nations. Oh! look out and see
The injuries which she, who in the name
Of liberty thy fellowship would claim,
Has done to virtue and to liberty;
Whose philtres have corrupted everywhere
The living springs men drink of, all save thine.
Oh! then of her and of her love beware!
Better again eight hundred years of strife,
Than give her leave to sap and undermine
The deep foundations of thy moral life.

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

William Browne To England ("Hail, thou my native soil! thou blessed plot")

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