Nobly, nobly, Cape Saint Vincent to the Northwest
died away;
Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz
Bay;
Bluish ’mid the burning water, full in face
Trafalgar° lay; °3
In the dimmest Northeast distance dawned Gibraltar°
grand and gray; °4
“Here and here did England help me: how
can I help England?”—say,
Whoso turns as I, this evening, turn to God and pray,
While Jove’s planet rises yonder, silent over
Africa.
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