Blanche . Holt Murison
And birds shall sing their songs as ne er before, And in the rainbow fairer hues be set, Lest unborn generations should forget How Britain s sons came from her farthest shore
To fight for Freedom nothing could cajole The conscious liberty of thought and act That makes with Tyranny no craven pact, The Freedom that enfranchises the soul.
Her sons came from afar ! oh, write it down In characters of never-ending fame: Her sons have proven worthy of their name, And dead still live for her supreme renown !
Place little crosses proudly over them They have achieved a glorious avatar; And God hath set on high another star, To lead men back again to Bethlehem.
��THE CALL
THERE has gone forth a Call throughout the land, Voiced in the language of a mighty need : To those who hear but will not understand: From such blind bondage, how shall they be freed?
How shall we cry or shall we rather pray Pray as a nation to our nation s God, That He will show these laggard souls the way To tread the path of Service as He trod?
What is it that ye fear ye who withhold Is it the clumsy vesture of a name? How shall your story down the years be told, Unto your glory or your lasting shame?
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