Another battle! and the sounds have rolled <br />By many a gloomy gorge and wasted plain <br />O’er huddled hills and mountains manifold, <br />Like winds that run before a heavy rain <br />When Autumn lops the leaves and drooping grain, <br />And earth lies deep in brown and cloudy gold. <br />My brothers, lo! our grand old England stands, <br />With weapons gleaming in her ready hands, <br />Outside the tumult! Let us watch and trust <br />That she will never darken in the dust <br />And drift of wild contention, but remain <br />The hope and stay of many troubled lands, <br />Where so she waits the issue of the fight, <br />Aloof; but praying “God defend the Right!”<br /><br />Henry Kendall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sedan/
