Harold John Jarvis
If England calls this day—
No craven heart would go
From out a world loved so,
As I love this. Each day
More loved is Nature's sway
Of Earth, its every joy
Of Pain or Joy—yet I,
So gladly die.
If England calls this day—
With yet one aim unwon,
Of all aims just the one
Far dearer than the rest—
To woo and win the best
Thing that the World can give—
The Gift of Love—To Live
I would not wish.
If England calls this day—
Then shall I die that She
May live in Liberty—
That She may still be great
To rise above blind Hate
Of Foes—Her Flag unfurled,
God's England to the world,
For aye to be.
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