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When they talk with the stranger bands,
Dazed and newly alone; When they walk in the stranger lands,
By roaring streets unknown; Blessing her where she stands
For strength above their own.
(On high to hold her fame
That stands all fame beyond, By oath to back the same,
Most faithful-foolish-fond; Making her mere-breathed name
Their bond upon their bond.)
So thank I God my birth
Fell not in isles asideWaste headlands of the earth,
Or warring tribes untriedBut that she lent me worth
And gave me right to pride.
Surely in toil or fray
Under an alien sky, Comfort it is to say:
“Of no mean city am I.”
(Neither by service nor fee
Come I to mine estateMother of Cities to me,
For I was born in her gate, Between the palms and the sea,
Where the world-end steamers wait.)
Now for this debt I owe,
And for her far-borne cheer Must I make haste and go
With tribute to her pier.
And she shall touch and remit
After the use of kings (Orderly, ancient, fit)
My deep-sea plunderings, And purchase in all lands.
And this we do for a sign
Her power is over mine, And mine I hold at her hands.
A SONG OF THE ENGLISH.
Fair is our lot—o goodly is our heritage ! (Humble ye, my people, and be fearful in your
mirth!) For the Lord our God Most High
He hath made the deep as dry, He hath smote for us a pathway to the ends of all
the Earth !
Yea, though we sinned—and our rulers went from
righteousnessDeep in all dishonour though we stained our gar
ments' hem. Oh be ye not dismayed,
Though we stumbled and we strayed, We were led by evil counsellors—the Lord shall
deal with them.
Hold ye the Faith – the Faith our Fathers
sealèd us; Whoring not with visions-overwise and overstale.
Except ye pay the Lord
Single heart and single sword, Of your children in their bondage shall He ask
Keep ye the Law—be swift in all obedience.
That he reap what he hath sown ; By the peace among Our peoples let men know we
serve the Lord.
Hear now a song—a song of broken interludes
all the Earth!