Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.

John Henry Newman 1801–90



TYRE of the West, and glorying in the name

More than in Faith’s pure fame!

O trust not crafty fort nor rock renown’d

Earn’d upon hostile ground;

Wielding Trade’s master-keys, at thy proud will

To lock or loose its waters, England! trust not still.

Dread thine own power! Since haughty Babel’s prime,

High towers have been man’s crime.

Since her hoar age, when the huge moat lay bare,

Strongholds have been man’s snare.

Thy nest is in the crags; ah, refuge frail!

Mad counsel in its hour, or traitors, will prevail.

He who scann’d Sodom for His righteous men

Still spares thee for thy ten;

But, should vain tongues the Bride of Heaven defy,

He will not pass thee by;

For, as earth’s kings welcome their spotless guest,

So gives He them by turn, to suffer or be blest.