England

TYPE of the West, and glorying in the name

More than in Faith's pure fame!

Oh. trust not crafty fort nor rock renowned

Earned upon hostile ground;

Wielding Trade's master-keys, at thy proud will

To lock or loose its waters, England! trust not still.

Dread thine own power! Since haughty Babel's prime,

High towers have been man's crime.

Since her hoar age, when the huge moat lay bare,

Strongholds have been man's snare.

Thy nest is in the crags; ah, refuge frail!

Mad counsel in its hour, or traitors, will prevail.

He who scanned Sodom for His righteous men

Still spares thee for thy ten;

But, should vain tongues the Bride of Heaven defy,

He will not pass thee by;

For, as earth's kings welcome their spotless guest,

So gives He them by turn, to suffer or be blest.

John Henry Cardinal Newman

The Pillar of Cloud

LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom,

Lead Thou me on!

The night is dark, and I am far from home --

Lead Thou me on!

Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see

The distant scene, -- one step enough for me.

I was not ever thus, nor pray'd that Thou

Shouldst lead me on.

I loved to choose and see my path; but now

Lead Thou me on!

I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears,

Pride ruled my will; remember not past years.

So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still

Will lead me on,

O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till

The night is gone;

And with the morn those angel faces smile

Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.

At Sea, 16 June 1833

John Henry Cardinal Newman