The Great War

from A Treasury of War Poetry, an electronic edition

England and America

Mother and child! Though the dividing sea

Shall roll its tide between us, we are one,

Knit by immortal memories, and none

But feels the throb of ancient fealty.

A century has passed since at thy knee

We learnt the speech of freemen, caught the fire

That would not brook thy menaces, when sire

And grandsire hurled injustice back to thee.

But the full years have wrought equality:

The past outworn, shall not the future bring

A deeper union, from whose life shall spring

Mankind's best hope? In the dark night of strife

Men perished for their dream of Liberty

Whose lives were given for this larger life.