- England, in this great fight to which you go
- Because, where Honour calls you, go you must,
- Be glad, whatever comes, at least to know
- You have your quarrel just.
- Peace was your care; before the nations' bar
- Her cause you pleaded and her ends you sought;
- But not for her sake, being what you are,
- Could you be bribed and bought.
- Others may spurn the pledge of land to land,
- May with the brute sword stain a gallant past;
- But by the seal to which you set your hand,
- Thank God, you still stand fast!
- Forth, then, to front that peril of the deep
- With smiling lips and in your eyes the light,
- Steadfast and confident, of those who keep
- Their storied 'scutcheon bright.
- And we, whose burden is to watch and wait, --
- High-hearted ever, strong in faith and prayer, --
- We ask what offering we may consecrate,
- What humble service share.
- To steel our souls against the lust of ease;
- To bear in silence though our hearts may bleed;
- To spend ourselves, and never count the cost,
- For others' greater need; --
- To go our quiet ways, subdued and sane;
- To hush all vulgar clamour of the street;
- With level calm to face alike the strain
- Of triumph or defeat;
- This be our part, for so we serve you best,
- So best confirm their prowess and their pride,
- Your warrior sons, to whom in this high test
- Our fortunes we confide.