SONNET.—TO DENMARK.
Again the trumpet-blast of war is blown:Again the cannon booms along the sea.Now, may the God of Battles stand by thee,True-hearted Denmark! struggling for thine own,For right, and loyalty, and King, and throne,Against the weight of frantic Germany!Old Honour is not dead whilst thou art free—Oh be thou faithful to thy past renown!May the great spirit of thy heroes deadBe as a bulwark to thine ancient shore:And, midst the surge of battle rolling red,Still be thy banner foremost as of yore;Prouder than when it waved, to winds outspread,On the broad bastion-keep of Elsinore!
Again the trumpet-blast of war is blown:Again the cannon booms along the sea.Now, may the God of Battles stand by thee,True-hearted Denmark! struggling for thine own,For right, and loyalty, and King, and throne,Against the weight of frantic Germany!Old Honour is not dead whilst thou art free—Oh be thou faithful to thy past renown!May the great spirit of thy heroes deadBe as a bulwark to thine ancient shore:And, midst the surge of battle rolling red,Still be thy banner foremost as of yore;Prouder than when it waved, to winds outspread,On the broad bastion-keep of Elsinore!
Again the trumpet-blast of war is blown:Again the cannon booms along the sea.Now, may the God of Battles stand by thee,True-hearted Denmark! struggling for thine own,For right, and loyalty, and King, and throne,Against the weight of frantic Germany!Old Honour is not dead whilst thou art free—Oh be thou faithful to thy past renown!May the great spirit of thy heroes deadBe as a bulwark to thine ancient shore:And, midst the surge of battle rolling red,Still be thy banner foremost as of yore;Prouder than when it waved, to winds outspread,On the broad bastion-keep of Elsinore!
Again the trumpet-blast of war is blown:
Again the cannon booms along the sea.
Now, may the God of Battles stand by thee,
True-hearted Denmark! struggling for thine own,
For right, and loyalty, and King, and throne,
Against the weight of frantic Germany!
Old Honour is not dead whilst thou art free—
Oh be thou faithful to thy past renown!
May the great spirit of thy heroes dead
Be as a bulwark to thine ancient shore:
And, midst the surge of battle rolling red,
Still be thy banner foremost as of yore;
Prouder than when it waved, to winds outspread,
On the broad bastion-keep of Elsinore!