From America

Oh, England, at the smoking trenches dying
For all the world,
Our hearts beat and we watch your bright flag flying
While ours is furled;

We who are neutral (yet each lip with fervor
The word abjures):
Oh, England, never name us the time-server!
Our hearts are yours:

We that so glory in your high decision,
So trust your goal;
All Europe in our blood, but yours our vision,
Our speech, our soul!

-- Elizabeth Townsend Swift.

Media: <html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">From America</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line"><span class="smallcaps">Oh</span>, England, at the smoking trenches dying</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:4%">For all the world,</p><p class="line">Our hearts beat and we watch your bright flag flying</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:4%">While ours is furled;</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">We who are neutral (yet each lip with fervor</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:4%">The word abjures):</p><p class="line">Oh, England, never name us the time-server!</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:4%">Our hearts are yours:</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">We that so glory in your high decision,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:4%">So trust your goal;</p><p class="line">All Europe in our blood, but yours our vision,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:4%">Our speech, our soul!</p></div><p class="byline">-- Elizabeth Townsend Swift.</p></body></html>