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England

Rating: 2.8

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.
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Rebecca Waters 04 February 2009

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.

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