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 Albert Durrani Watson

And not that the world may acclaim her grand

Is the roar of her guns on the seas; Her name is lustred on every strand, Her glory is known to the farthest land

Where her standard floats on the breeze.

Ah, this is the pillar of cloud and fire

That leads her hosts along; This, this is the goal of their deep desire, The road where their feet shall never tire,

To be just, keep faith and be strong.

So the Mother of Nations has risen in might

At the word of the onward call; She has shaken her banners forth to the light, And marched to the front of the people s fight

Like the van of a tidal wall.

And the future shall say of her sons who died,

Wherever their feet have trod With millions of comrades in arms allied ; They cast the treasures of earth aside

And marched to the goals of God.

��THE PACT

&quot;We shall never sheathe the sword until. . military domination is wholly and finally destroyed.&quot; ASQUITH.

BEFORE the flaming eyes of history Our country stands, all honours laid aside Save her deep scars, for these alone abide The mounds in Flanders, the nobility That sleeps beneath the thunders of the sea, The bruised heart of mother, orphan, bride, The glory of heroic men who died Or maimed live, broken for you and me!

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