O England of our Fathers
And England of our Sons,
Along the dark horizon line
The day-dawn glory runs,
For Empire has been ours of old
And Empire ours shall be--
His grip is on the world to-day
Whose grip is on the sea.
O England of our Fathers
And England of our Sons,
Above the roar of battling hosts,
The thunder of the guns,
A Mother's voice was calling us,
We heard it over-sea,
The blood which thou didst give us
Is the blood we spill for thee.
O England of our Fathers
And England of our Sons,
Along the dark horizon-line
The day-dawn glory runs,
For golden Peace is drawing near,
Her paths are on the sea,--
He grips the hearts of all mankind
Who stands for Liberty.
FREDERICK GEORGE SCOTT
_From "In the Battle Silences"--By
permission of the Author and The
Musson Book Company, Limited,
Toronto_