What is the gift we have given thee, Sister? <br />What is the trust we have laid in thy hand? <br />Hearts of our bravest, our best, and our dearest, <br />Blood of our blood we have sown in thy land. <br /> <br />What for all time will the harvest be, Sister? <br />What will spring up from the seed that is sown? <br />Freedom and peace and goodwill among Nations, <br />Love that will bind us with love all our own. <br /> <br />Bright is the path that is opening before us, <br />Upward and onward it mounts through the night: <br />Sword shall not sever the bonds that unite us <br />Leading the world to the fullness of light. <br /> <br />Sorrow hath made thee more beautiful, Sister, <br />Nobler and purer than ever before; <br />We who are chastened by sorrow and anguish <br />Hail thee as sister and queen evermore.<br /><br />Frederick George Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-france/