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51
ENGLAND


They watched Britannia ever looking forward,
 But could not see the things her children saw.
They watched in Southern seas her boats pull shoreward,
 But only marked the eyeglass, heard the "Haw!"
In tents, and bungalows, and outpost stations,
 Thin white men ruled for her, unseen, unheard,
Till millions of strange races and far nations
 Were ready to obey her at a word.

We learn our England, and in peace forget,
To learn in storm that she is England yet.

She's England yet; and men shall doubt no longer,
 And mourn no longer for what she has been.
She'll be a greater England and a stronger—
 A better England than the world has seen.
Our own, who reck not of a king's regalia,
 Tinsel of crowns, and courts that fume and fret,
Are fighting for her—fighting for Australia—
 And blasphemously hail her "England Yet!"

She's England yet, with little to regret—
Ay, more than ever, she'll be England yet!


"BURN UP THE WORLD"

BURN up the world, and yet the living spark
Which once was England would for ever shine
And be a star. It would be as a sign
Hung in the silent forehead of the dark,
A light for them who listen and cry "Hark!"
Hoping for Hope. And to the holy shrine
Of her dear name, by dying made divine,
Would come the pilgrim ages. Like an ark
Would float her memory upon the flood
Of Cosmic change. Great deeds would enter there:
Deeds of great daring, consecrate with blood,
Immortal fames and grandeurs, words sublime
That like strong eagles soared above despair,
And thoughts beyond the highest reach of Time.