John Henry Newman

(21 February 1801 – 11 August 1890 / London, England)

England - Poem by John Henry Newman

Type of the West, and glorying in the name
More than in Faith's pure fame!
Oh. trust not crafty fort nor rock renowned
Earned 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 scanned 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.


Comments about England by John Henry Newman

  • Rookie Rebecca Waters (2/4/2009 8:41:00 PM)

    This poem sets out the choice clearly that still faces every nation - to serve the Lord God or to serve pride in human achievements. It is a very Biblically-based poem - it was Abraham who besought God to spare Sodom if He could find even ten righteous men in it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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