William Wordsworth (1770–1850)

INLAND, within a hollow vale, I stood;

And saw, while sea was calm and air was clear,

The coast of France—the coast of France how near!

Drawn almost into frightful neighborhood.

I shrunk; for verily the barrier flood

Was like a lake, or river bright and fair,

A span of waters; yet what power is there!

What mightiness for evil and for good!

Even so doth God protect us, if we be

Virtuous and wise. Winds blow, and waters roll

Strength to the brave, and Power, and Deity;

Yet in themselves are nothing! One decree

Spake laws to them, and said, that by the soul

Only, the Nations shall be great and free.