WHAT is the strength of England, and her pride Among the nations, when she makes her boast? Has the East heard it, where her far-flung host Hangs like a javelin in India's side? Does the sea know it, where her navies ride, Like towers of stars, about the silver coast, Or from the great Capes to the uttermost Parts of the North like ocean meteors glide? Answer, O South, if yet where Gordon sank, Spent arrow of the far and lone Soudan, There comes a whisper out of wasted death! O every ocean, every land, that drank The blood of England, answer, if ye can, What is it that giveth her immortal breath? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BALLAD OF PROSE AND RHYME by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON WHEN DE CO'N PONE'S HOT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR YOUR MISSION by ELLEN M. HUNTINGTON GATES I HEARD YOUR SOLEMN-SWEET PIPES by WALT WHITMAN PRAYER IN THE TRENCHES by BRENT DOW ALLINSON THE BEACHCOMBER by MILDRED DOSCH BANTA SONNET: 7 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |