The Poetical Works of George Barlow :: :: University of Virginia Library

For, here, where Marlowe saw the morning break
As all the heaven of song grew golden-bright,
Not since has been, nor ever will be, night.
O'er England answering and for England's sake
New splendour flashes, as the wild years take
Their solemn farewell, or triumphal flight.
Not more the beacons when, proud-sailed, in sight,
The Armada watched the fiery hills awake.
But stronger are we, in that surelier here
The soul of Woman passes to a throne.
For God led terribly through paths unknown
England, that on the world superbly clear
Might shine the Vision given to her alone
Of Love that, knowing no ending, knows no fear.