England.
By JOHN E. DOLSON.
Birth land of statesmen, bards, heroes, and sages;
Mother of nations—the homes of the free;
Builder of work that will last through the ages,
Hope for Humanity centres in thee.
Now that thy bugles their clear calls are shrilling,
Now that thy battle voice echoes worldwide,
O'er the long reaches of sea rush the willing
Sons of thy children to fight by thy side.
Eager to aid thee with treasure and tissue,
Other leal millions will come to thy call.
Civilization is staked on the issue—
Woe to Mankind if thy lion should fall!
Fall he will never, till English force slacken
In the great soul of thy dominant race,
Now, as of old, do the Destinies beckon
Thee to be highest in power and place.
Conflicts now raging will pass into story,
Nations may sink in defeat or disgrace;
Long be thy future resplendent with glory,
Long be thy triumphs the pride of our race!