Of place and privilege provoked thy wrath?
Wherever travels our bold English speech—
Across the broad Atlantic, 'mid the sands
Of scorching Africa, or in the bush
Of the young, strong, far-off Antipodes—
Thy name is greater, more familiar, more
In all men's mouths than that of any lord.
O fair, full name, o'er which I used to dream,
Not thinking; O imperial-spreading fame,
And glory never such as poet bore,