 | Uncollected verses by Francis Thompson |  |
WRITTEN AT THE TIME OF THE SPANISH-AMERICAN WAR
If ever an envious Europe banded to buffet youWould not the heart of the England Old cry “Lay our guns by the England New”?
Yea, and against the leaguèd world roar the iron mouth of the Saxon Two! [OMITTED]
But be you right or wrong, our heart is flame on our lips
When the cry of a war-worn people fans the fires of your battleships.
Oh, then we know you ours, and the stirrings of our womb
Are woman towards the magnificent child that shall wax when England wanes to her tomb.
| Uncollected verses by Francis Thompson | |