VIII

Let every child of England every day, While o’er the world these battle-thunders roll, Enter into the silence of his soul, And there communing with his conscience say: “I am a child of England, and I pray That with a single eye and one fixed goal, Thou grant me, God, to give my being whole To England in her hour of agony. Chasten me to the greatness of my fate; And, self-divided, make me one again, That, as to this last rally congregate The last stern remnants of my countrymen, Thou may’st behold Thy England move as one, Swift, final, justified of every son.”