“Not unto us,”Cried Drake, “not unto us—but unto HimWho made the sea, belongs our England now!Pray God that heart and mind and soul we proveWorthy among the nations of this hour.”—Alfred Noyes.
“Not unto us,”Cried Drake, “not unto us—but unto HimWho made the sea, belongs our England now!Pray God that heart and mind and soul we proveWorthy among the nations of this hour.”—Alfred Noyes.
“Not unto us,”
Cried Drake, “not unto us—but unto Him
Who made the sea, belongs our England now!
Pray God that heart and mind and soul we prove
Worthy among the nations of this hour.”
—Alfred Noyes.
That we shall prove worthy among the nations it is almost impossible to doubt. With such leaders how could a people fail?
With an Empire on which the sun never sets, and which has given men, gold and even food to the Mother Country with a lavish hand, will not her rich merchants as well as her poorer sons of the Mother Country make as great sacrifices and show as muchheroism as the sons of France, of Russia and Belgium?
We cannot doubt it. Though, after three months of the bloodiest warfare the world has ever seen, several million young Englishmen were still listening unmoved to the Drums of Drake—to the call of England, their England, for men to defend her in her hour of danger yet we know that, though slow to understand and hard to move, Englishmen, once they have understood and once they have been moved, will be true to themselves, their inheritance and their beloved little island. With Henley they will cry with one voice and one soul:
“England, My England—Take and break us: we are yours,England my own!Life is good, and joy runs highBetween English earth and sky:Death is death; but we shall dieTo the song on your bugles blown.”
“England, My England—Take and break us: we are yours,England my own!Life is good, and joy runs highBetween English earth and sky:Death is death; but we shall dieTo the song on your bugles blown.”
“England, My England—
Take and break us: we are yours,
England my own!
Life is good, and joy runs high
Between English earth and sky:
Death is death; but we shall die
To the song on your bugles blown.”
And they will follow their devoted leaders into battle—French on the land and Jellicoe on the wild North seas.
And those who are left at home to carry on “business as usual,” will not they make some sacrifices too?
Miller, Son, & Compy., Ltd., Printers, Fakenham and London.
Transcriber’s Note:Archaic and inconsistent spelling and punctuation were retained.
Transcriber’s Note:
Archaic and inconsistent spelling and punctuation were retained.