Restless the Northern Bear amid his snows br Crouched by the Neva; menacing is France, br That sees the shadow of the Uhlan's lance br On her clipped borders; struggling in the throes br Of wanton war lies Spain, and deathward goes. br And thou, O England, how the time's mischance br Hath fettered thee, that with averted glance br Thou standest, marble to Armenia's woes! br If 'twas thy haughty Dauther of the West br That stayed thy hand,, a word had driven away br Her sudden ire, and brought her to thy breast! br Thy blood makes quick her pulses, and some day, br Not now, yet some day, at thy soft behest br She by thy side shall hold the world at bay.