Till, for a place to rest on, it had found

A region out of ken, that happier isle,

Which the mild ocean breezes blow around,

Where they who thrice upon this mortal stage

Had kept their hands from wrong, their hearts from guile,

Should come at length, and live a tearless age.

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GIBRALTAR.

England, we love thee better than we know—

England

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

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