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 The Pope, the swithering Neutrals,

The Kaiser and his Gott—

Their roles, their goals, their naked souls—

He knew and drew the lot.

Now he hath left his quarters,

In Bunhill Fields to lie,

The wisdom that he taught us

Is proven prophecy—

One watchword through our Armies,

One answer from our Lands:—

"No dealings with Diabolus

As long as Mansoul stands!"

A pedlar from a hovel,

The lowest of the low,

The Father of the Novel,

Salvation's first Defoe,

Eight blinded generations

Ere Armageddon came,

He showed us how to meet it,

And Bunyan was his name!



1913

 to every known mischance, lifted over all

By the light sane joy of life, the buckler of the Gaul;

Furious in luxury, merciless in toil,

Terrible with strength that draws from her tireless soil;

Strictest judge of her own worth, gentlest of man's mind,

First to follow Truth and last to leave old Truths behind—

France, beloved of every soul that loves its fellow-kind!

