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Rh As fell again and still again

On England's homes—and thus awake

The heart of pity—and so make

An end to killing mothers, wives,

And maiming helpless infant lives—

If wings, O God, will do these things,

Then give us wings, and wings and wings

And still more wings.

If dauntless, daring wings that dash

O'er No-Man's Land, with shot and crash,

Might beat back wings that would assail

Advancing armies with their hail—

If dauntless wings like these that ride

O'er No-Man's Land, might turn the tide

Of great offensive—bring about

Allied success and Teuton rout—

If wings, O God, will do these things,

Then give us wings and wings and wings

Devouring wings that cleave and soar,

And yet more wings and more and more!

If multitudes of wings might rise

To blind aggression's lustful eyes,

And render powerless every stroke

That seeks to force the tyrant's yoke—

If multitudes of wings might give