High beat the heart of the Seeker, deeply his being was stirred;
"Soul of the Westland," he answered, "I came, I have seen,
I have heard,
While life shall beat in my bosom, while love shall throb
in my breast,
Labour will I for the Eastland, labour will I for the West,
"That to the great consummation, building in honour and peace,
The nation may rise full proportioned, growing in
splendid increase,
With East and West undivided, bearing her banners unfurled,
A Nation exultant and godly, spreading its light on the world."
THE BATTLE CALL
E'en as of peace we sang,
While yet the laughter rang,
Burst the red storm.
Past is the long prelude,
Bloody and grim and nude
Looms the dread form.
Gone is the haunting fear,
Duty alone stands clear,
Ours to perform.
Blow, British bugles, blow!
O'er land and seas aflow,
Call round the world,
Over thy vales and crags,
Under thy battle flags,
Proudly unfurled,
Till all thy children, all,
Leap to thy martial call,
For freedom hurled.