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Higginson and Bigelow, comps.  American Sonnets.  1891.
At Gibraltar (I.)
By George Edward Woodberry (1855–1930)
ENGLAND, I stand on thy imperial ground,
  Not all a stranger; as thy bugles blow,
  I feel within my blood old battles flow—
The blood whose ancient founts in thee are found.
Still surging dark against the Christian bound        5
  Wide Islam presses; well its peoples know
  Thy heights that watch them wandering below;
I think how Lucknow heard their gathering sound.
I turn, and meet the cruel, turbaned face.
  England, ’t is sweet to be so much thy son!        10
I feel the conqueror in my blood and race;
  Last night Trafalgar awed me, and to-day
Gibraltar wakened; hark, thy evening gun
  Startles the desert over Africa!

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