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Harold John Jarvis If England calls this day—

No craven heart would go

From out a world loved so,

As I love this. Each day

More loved is Nature's sway

Of Earth, its every joy

Of Pain or Joy—yet I,

So gladly die.

If England calls this day—

With yet one aim unwon,

Of all aims just the one

Far dearer than the rest—

To woo and win the best

Thing that the World can give—

The Gift of Love—To Live

I would not wish.

If England calls this day—

Then shall I die that She

May live in Liberty—

That She may still be great

To rise above blind Hate

Of Foes—Her Flag unfurled,

God's England to the world,

For aye to be.

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