I YOU, you, if you shall fail to understand What England is, and what her all-in-all, On you will come the curse of all the land, Should this old England fall Which Nelson left so great. II His isle, the mightiest Ocean-power on earth, Our own fair isle, the lord of every sea -- Her fuller franchise -- what would that be worth -- Her ancient fame of Free -- Were she ... a fallen state? III Her dauntless army scatter'd, and so small, Her island - myriads fed from alien lands -- The fleet of England is her all-in-all; Her fleet is in your hands, And in her fleet her fate. IV You, you, that have the ordering of her fleet, If you should only compass her disgrace, When all men starve, the wild mob's million feet Will kick you from your place, But then too late, too late. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. TRACE TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE DEVIL'S WALK [ON EARTH] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM by ALEXANDER POPE THE MAN IN THE MOON by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY A SUMMER NIGHT by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE GRAVE OF COLUMBUS by JOANNA BAILLIE THE CONCLUSION OF A LETTER TO THE REV. MR. C --. by MARY BARBER |