Here lies who of two mighty realms was free; <br />The English-Spaniard, who lived England's good <br />With such a Spain of splendour in the blood <br />As, flaming through our cold utility, <br />Fired the north oak to the Hesperian tree, <br />And flower'd and fruited the unyielding wood <br />That stems the storms and seas. Equal he stood <br />Between us, and so fell. Twice happy he <br />On earth: and surely in new Paradise, <br />Ere we have learn'd the phrase of those abodes, <br />Twice happy he whom earthly use has given, <br />Of all the tongues our long confusion tries, <br />That noblest twain wherein the listening gods <br />Patient discern the primal speech of Heaven.<br /><br />Sydney Thompson Dobell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-the-grave-of-a-spanish-friend/
