One told me he had heard it whispered: 'Lo! <br />The hour has come when Europe, desperate <br />With sudden war and terrible swift hate, <br />Rocks like a reed beneath the mighty blow. <br />Therefore shall we, in this her time of woe, <br />Profit and prosper, since her ships of state <br />Go down in darkness. Kind, thrice kind is Fate, <br />Leaving our land secure, our grain to grow!' <br /> <br />America! They blaspheme and they lie <br />Who say these are the voices of your sons! <br />In this foul night, when nations sink and die, <br />No thought is here save for the fallen ones <br />Who, underneath the ruin of old thrones, <br />Suffer and bleed, and tell the world good-by!<br /><br />Charles Hanson Towne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-my-country-2/
