OUR MOTHER, which wast twice, as history saith,
Found first among the nations: once, when she
Who bore thine ensign saw the God in thee
Smite Spain, and bring forth Shakespeare: once, when death
Shrank, and Rome-s bloodhounds cowered, at Milton-s breath:
More than thy place, then first among the free,
More than that sovereign lordship of the sea
Bequeathed to Cromwell from Elizabeth,
More than thy fiery guiding- star, which Drake
Hailed, and the deep saw lit again for Blake,
More than all deeds wrought of thy strong right hand,
This praise keeps most thy fame-s memorial strong,
That thou wast head of all these streams of song,
And time bows down to thee as Shakespeare-s land.
Epilogue:xxi 'tristram Of Lyonesse'
Algernon Charles Swinburne
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