VII
Have you e’er thought, you people, have you thought
How great a thing it is in these great days
But to belong to England? The world stays
Upon the event. ’Twas English armies caught
The onfall of the Cyclone. While they fought,
The world forbore to breathe. Stern Fate delays
The issue; but that service and its praise
While England lives will never be forgot.
There was an honour that the ages kept
For English arms from immemorial time,
While yet the chivalry of nations slept
With mastodon and mammoth in the slime.
The æons rolled. Fate nodded. England woke.
The hour boomed forth. ’Twas England took the stroke.
Hesepe, 1st July