  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 Toronto |
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