POETS' CORNER

Evening Star, Issue 23698, 4 October 1940, Page 3

POETS' CORNER

Here is a poem from Brother Bill’s scrapbook that could find a place in your own. HER FAME SHALL MOUNT ON WINGS Wide as the world our bounds are wide, But if our hearts be true, What England’s done is naught beside What England yet shall do! Her fame shall mount on ampler wing, Her sun more glorious shine; Up with the flag of Peace and bring The whole world into line! The King who bade his people Wake A goodly dawn shall hail; The Years of Man flow on to make The Will of God prevail: Peace on the earth, goodwill, and joy! Who asks the how and when? Man may disgrace, but not destroy The - Brotherhood of Men ! Wo see a shining light, we hear A music at the door. Bright angels of the Lord appear . With tidings for the poor: An end to bitter want and woe, An end to hate and strife, The least of all mankind shall know The blessed joy of life! 0, Island Home, where Alfred dreamed, And Wycliffe’s soul did pray, Where Cromwell’s host to battle streamed And Hampden stood at bay: - Thv cliffs are strong, thy rose is sweet, Thy woods, thy hills are fair, O strong and tender, make us meet To breathe thy sacred air! Our fathers wrought for wealth and might, Ear did their war-drums roll; Ours, with their fortitude, to fight The battles of the soul! For us shall come no eventide, No age of wreck and rue, What England’s done is naught beside What England yet shall do!