"Or any other part, where men adore Him, who for us upon the cross was hung;
Nor think that distance saves you from the Moor, Nor deem your island strong, the waves among.
For if, from far Gibraltar's straits of yore, And old Alcides' pillars, sailed the throng, To bear off plunder from your sea-girt strands, What will they do when they possess our lands?
