Happy England

Now each man’s mind all Europe is:
Boding and fear in dread array
Daze every heart: O grave and wise,
Abide in hope the judgment day.

This war of millions in arms
In myriad replica we wage;
Unmoved, then, Soul, by earth’s alarms
The dangers of the dark engage.

Remember happy England: keep
For her bright cause thy latest breath;
Her peace that long hath lulled to sleep,
May now exact the sleep of death.

Her woods and wilds, her loveliness,
With harvest now are richly at rest;
Safe in her isled securities,
Thy children’s heaven is her breast.

O what a deep contented night
The sun from out her Eastern seas
Would bring the dust which in her sight
Had given its all for these!