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 Elspeth Honeyman

And when on the side of Justice, Victory takes her

stand,

And a pallid peace is brooding over a broken land, We shall count the cost but little, glad of the chance to

pay For a stronger chain of Empire, and the dawn of a better

day.

Go forth, O Mother of Nations, to the battle of Right

and Wrong, In the strength of your young Dominions, to the sound of

their battle-song.

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��OUT THERE

UT there, the salt spray whips

The blood from frozen faces and dumb lips;

Young eyes grow old with watching, hair turns white,

In the long vigils of the North Sea night;

And the white crest of every curling wave

Is the grim headstone of a sailor s grave.

For those who sweep the Seven Seas, Lord of the Deep, we pray! If theirs be the Sum of Sacrifice Grant us the Right to Pay.

Out there, grim fragments lie

In awful heaps beneath the leaden sky,

And Noise unceasing stuns the reeling brain ;

Colder than Death, the bullet s sharper pain

Unheeded passes, and with scarce a moan

Young lives go out in the dark, alone.

For those who suffer Death in Life, Lord God of Hosts, we pray ! If theirs be the Sum of Sacrifice, Grant us the Right to pay.

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