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The Love of their mothers
    Is strong to command;
The fame of their fathers
    Is might to their hand.

Much suffering shall cleanse thee;
    But thou through the flood
Shalt win to Salvation,
    To Beauty through blood.

Up, careless, awake!
Ye peacemakers, fight!
England stands for Honour:
God defend the Right!

ROBERT BRIDGES,
Poet Laureate