Stand fast, Great Britain! <br />Together England, Scotland, Ireland stand <br />One in the faith that makes a mighty land, <br />True to the bond you gave and will not break <br />And fearless in the fight for conscience' sake! <br />Against the Giant Robber clad in steel, <br />With blood of trampled Belgium on his heel, <br />Striding through France to strike you down at last, <br />Britain, stand fast ! <br /> <br />Stand fast, brave land! <br />The Huns are thundering toward the citadel; <br />They prate of Culture but their path is Hell; <br />Their light is darkness, and the bloody sword <br />They wield and worship is their only Lord. <br />O land where reason stands secure on right, <br />O land where freedom is the source of light, <br />Against the mailed Barbarians' deadly blast, <br />Britain, stand fast! <br /> <br />Stand fast, dear land! <br />Thou island mother of a world-wide race, <br />Whose children speak thy tongue and love thy face, <br />Their hearts and hopes are with thee in the strife, <br />Their hands will break the sword that seeks thy life; <br />Fight on until the Teuton madness cease; <br />Fight bravely on, until the word of peace <br />Is spoken in the English tongue at last, <br />Britain, stand fast!<br /><br />Henry Van Dyke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stand-fast/
