Sebastian hoary, tremble on thy rock!
With false assault the gallant Rey to mock,
And haply make the veteran spring his mines
(Oh, perilous emprize, where Death will lock
With icy arms the form that fairest shines)
Leap forth a dauntless score of warriors from the lines.
XI.
Oh England! great thy glory, great the love
Thy children bear thee, when to certain death,
Or death nigh certain, dauntlessly they move,