Poem for July 23, 2029

Nobly, nobly, Cape Saint Vincent to the Northwest died away;

Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay;

Bluish 'mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay;

In the dimmest Northeast distance dawned Gibraltar grand and gray;

"Here and here did England help me: how can I help England?"--say,

Whoso turns as I, this evening, turn to God and pray,

While Jove's planet rises yonder, silent over Africa.