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 252 ELIZABETH TOWNSEND SWIFT

��FROM AMERICA

Oh, England, at the smoking trenches dying

For all the world, Our hearts beat and we watch your bright flag flying

While ours is furled ;

We who are neutral (yet each lip with fervor

The word abjures) : Oh, England, never name us the time-server I

Our hearts are yours :

We that so glory in your high decision,

So trust your goal ; All Europe in our blood, but yours our vision,

Our speech, our soul !

— Elizabeth Townsend Swift.

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