That tower of strength Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew.

I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone.

I will be deafer than the blue-eyed cat, And thrice as blind as any noonday owl, To holy virgins in their ecstasies.

Nor at all can tell Whether I mean this day to end myself, Or lend an ear to Plato where he says, That men like soldiers may not quit the post Allotted by the Gods.

One so small Who knowing nothing knows but to obey.

That tower of strength Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew.

For this is England's greatest son, He that gain'd a hundred fights, And never lost an English gun.