A chant of love for England, and other poems

Let Pride with Grief go hand in hand: They join the hallowed hosts who died In battle for their lovely land; With light about their brows they ride.

Young hearts and hot, gray heads and wise, Good knights of all the years foregone, Faith in their England in their eyes, Still ride they on, still ride they on!

By altars old their banners fade Beneath dear spires; their names are set In minster aisle, in yew-tree shade; Their memories fight for England yet.

Let Pride with Grief go hand in hand, Sad Love with Patience, side by side; In battle for their lovely land Not vainly England’s sons have died!

And well may pride this hour befit; For not since England’s days began More fiery-clear the word was writ: Who dies for England, dies for Man!