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# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/A Chant of Love for England

GREAT BRITAIN AND AMERICA
A CHANT OF LOVE FOR ENGLAND
A SONG of hate is a song of Hell; Some there be that sing it well. Let them sing it loud and long, We lift our hearts in a loftier song: We lift our hearts to Heaven above, Singing the glory of her we love,— England!
Glory of thought and glory of deed, Glory of Hampden and Runnymede; Glory of ships that sought far goals, Glory of swords and glory of souls! Glory of songs mounting as birds, Glory immortal of magical words; Glory of Milton, glory of Nelson, Tragical glory of Gordon and Scott; Glory of Shelley, glory of Sidney, Glory transcendent that perishes not,— Hers is the story, hers be the glory, England!
Shatter her beauteous breast ye may; The spirit of England none can slay! Dash the bomb on the dome of Paul's— Deem ye the fame of the Admiral falls? Pry the stone from the chancel floor,— Dream ye that Shakespeare shall live no more? ​Where is the giant shot that kills Wordsworth walking the old green hills? Trample the red rose on the ground,— Keats is Beauty while earth spins round! Bind her, grind her, burn her with fire, Cast her ashes into the sea,— She shall escape, she shall aspire, She shall arise to make men free: She shall arise in a sacred scorn, Lighting the lives that are yet unborn; Spirit supernal, Splendour eternal, ENGLAND!
Helen Gray Cone
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/A Confession of Faith

A CONFESSION OF FAITH
WHO would remember me were I to die, Remember with a pang and yet no pain; Remember as a friend, and feel good-bye Said at each memory as it wakes again?
I would not that a single heart should ache— That some dear heart will ache is my one grief. Friends, if I have them, I would fondly take With me that best of gifts, a friend's belief.
I have believed, and for my faith, reaped tares; Believed again, and, losing, was content; A heart perchance touched blindly, unawares, Rewards with friendship faith thus freely spent.
Bury the body—it has served its ends; Mark not the spot, but "On Gallipoli," Let it be said, "he died." Oh, Hearts of Friends, If I am worth it, keep my memory.
James Sprent
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/A Flemish Village

A FLEMISH VILLAGE
GONE is the spire that slept for centuries, Whose image in the water, calm, and low Was mingled with the lilies green and snow, And lost itself in river mysteries. The church lies broken near the fallen spire; For here, among these old and human things, Death swept along the street with feet of fire, And went upon his way with moaning wings. Above the cluster of these homes forlorn, Where giant fleeces of the shells are rolled, O'er pavements by the kneeling herdsmen worn, The wounded saints look out to see their fold.
And silence follows fast, no evening peace, But leaden stillness, when the thunder wanes, Haunting the slender branches of the trees, And settling low upon the listless plains.
Herbert Asquith
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/"On Les Aura!"

"ON LES AURA!"
Soldat Jacques Bonhomme loquitur:
SEE you that stretch of shell-torn mud spotted with pools of mire, Crossed by a burst abandoned trench and tortured strands of wire, Where splintered pickets reel and sag and leprous trench-rats play, That scour the Devil's hunting-ground to seek their carrion prey? That is the field my father loved, the field that once was mine, The land I nursed for my child's child as my fathers did long syne.
See there a mound of powdered stones, all flattened, smashed, and torn, Gone black with damp and green with slime?—Ere you and I were born My father's father built a house, a little house and bare, And there I brought my woman home—that heap of rubble there! The soil of France! Fat fields and green that bred my blood and bone! Each wound that scars my bosom's pride burns deeper than my own.
But yet there is one thing to say—one thing that pays for all, Whatever lot our bodies know, whatever fate befall, We hold the line! We hold it still! My fields are No Man's Land, But the good God is debonair and holds us by the hand. "On les aura!" See there! and there! soaked heaps of huddled grey! My fields shall laugh—enriched by those who sought them for a prey.
James H. Knight-Adkin
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/"There Will Come Soft Rains"

"THERE WILL COME SOFT RAINS"
THERE will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows calling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild-plum trees in tremulous white;
Robins will wear their feathery fire Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, Would scarcely know that we were gone.
Sara Teasdale
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/"These Shall Prevail"

"THESE SHALL PREVAIL"
WAR laid bugle to his lips, blew one blast—and then The seas answered him with ships, the earth with men.
Straight, Death caught his sickle up, called his reapers grim, Famine with his empty cup came after him.
Down the stairs of Paradise hastened angels three, Pity, and Self-Sacrifice, and Charity.
Where the curved, black sickles sweep, where pale Famine clings, Where gaunt women watch and weep, come these of wings.
​When the red wrath perisheth, when the dulled swords fail, These three who have walked with Death—these shall prevail.
Hell bade all its millions rise; Paradise sends three; Pity, and Self-Sacrifice, and Charity.
Theodosia Garrison
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/A Harrow Grave in Flanders

A HARROW GRAVE IN FLANDERS
HERE in the marshland, past the battered bridge, One of a hundred grains untimely sown, Here, with his comrades of the hard-won ridge, He rests unknown.
His horoscope had seemed so plainly drawn,— School triumphs, earned apace in work and play; Friendships at will; then love's delightful dawn And mellowing day;
Home fostering hope; some service to the State; Benignant age; then the long tryst to keep Where in the yew-tree shadow congregate His fathers sleep.
Was here the one thing needful to distil From life's alembic, through this holier fate, The man's essential soul, the hero will? We ask; and wait.
Crewe
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/"Somewhere in France"

"SOMEWHERE IN FRANCE"
"SOMEWHERE in France"—we know not where he lies, 'Mid shuddering earth and under anguished skies! We may not visit him. but this we say: Though our steps err, his shall not miss their way. From the exhaustion of War's fierce embrace He, nothing doubting, went to his own place. To him has come, if not the crown and palm, The kiss of Peace—a vast, sufficing calm!
​So fine a spirit, daring, yet serene,— He may not, surely, lapse from what has been: Greater, not less, his wondering mind must be; Ampler the splendid vision he must see. 'Tis unbelievable he fades away,— An exhalation at the dawn of day!
Nor dare we deem that he has but returned Into the Oversoul, to be discerned Hereafter in the bosom of the rose, In petal of the lily, or in those Far jewelled sunset skies that glow and pale, Or in the rich note of the nightingale. Nay, though all beauty may recall to mind What we in his fair life were wont to find, He shall escape absorption, and shall still Preserve a faculty to know and will. Such is my hope, slow climbing to a faith: (We know not Life, how should we then know Death?) From our small limits, and withholdings free, Somewhere he dwells and keeps high company; Yet tainted not with so supreme a bliss As to forget he knew a world like this.
John Hogben
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/"When there is Peace"

PEACE
"WHEN THERE IS PEACE"
"WHEN there is Peace our land no more Will be the land we knew of yore." Thus do our facile seers foretell The truth that none can buy or sell And e'en the wisest must ignore.
When we have bled at every pore, Shall we still strive for gear and store? Will it be Heaven? Will it be Hell, When there is peace?
This let us pray for, this implore: That all base dreams thrust out at door, We may in loftier aims excel And, like men waking from a spell, Grow stronger, nobler, than before, When there is Peace.
Austin Dobson
# A Treasury of South African Poetry and Verse/W. Selwyn

THE CAPE OF GOOD HOPE.
(A PATRIOTIC SONG.)
Land of serene and sunny skies,—
Land of the lion and fleet gazelle;
Land where the summer never dies,
Cape of Good Hope, we love thee well.
Land where the birds in gorgeous plume
Flit through the bush or their love-song tell;
Land where the flowers show Eden's bloom,
Cape of Good Hope, we love thee well.
Land where the hunter scours the plains,
Free as the bird o'er the ocean's swell;
Land of kind nature's soothing strains,
Cape of Good Hope, we love thee well.
Land where the grape and the orange grow
Deep in yon cool sequestered dell;
Land of the melon's luscious flow,
Cape of Good Hope, we love thee well.
Land where fields of golden grain,
Rich in their bounteous fruitage swell;
Land of sleek herds in lengthened train,
Cape of Good Hope, we love thee well.
Land of a stalwart yeoman race,— Stern, but with hearts as true as a bell;
Homely, but full of kindly grace,
Cape of Good Hope, we love thee well.
Land of the dark Amakosa tall,
Seeking release from the savage spell;
Land where there's room and to spare for all,
Cape of Good Hope, we love thee well.
Land of Good Hope! our prayer we raise,— May peace and plenty with thee dwell;
Filling our hearts with grateful praise,
For this bright land we love so well.
W. Selwyn.
# A Treasury of South African Poetry and Verse/Z

THE STRENGTH OF LIFE.
The wild waves dash on the storm-beat sands
In fierce, tempestuous glee;
And the cold grey rocks are madly lashed
In colder, greyer sea;
The fisherman's wife is on her knees,
And the laughing boy is still;
For a frail bark strives in the surging main
To combat Nature's will.
The pain-pierced eyes are tearless,
And the suffering lips are white,
For aching heart and throbbing brain
Heave with tumultuous might.
Ah! sad for the passionate soul,
Whose fierce, mad strength is vain
To stem the surging tide of woe,
Or vanquish and restrain.
But the wavelets creep on the sun-lit shore,
Breaking in fitful glee;
And the fisher-boy marks from the gleaming rocks
Shades on the azure sea;
The mother sings to her sleeping babe
While the fisherman mends his net,
And a thousand storms have changed to calm
Since day arose and set.
For a noble truth and a peaceful trust
Shine in the earnest eye;
And the passionate heart hath found the strength
That cannot fail or die.
Ah! well if the lesson of life
Be learnt at a Saviour's feet,
And ours press the silver shore
Where Faith and Patience meet.
Z.
# A Treasury of War Poetry (2nd Series)/At the Movies

AT THE MOVIES
They swing across the screen in brave array,  Long British columns grinding the dark grass. Twelve months ago they marched into the gray  Of battle; yet again behold them pass!
One lifts his dusty cap; his hair is bright;  I meet his eyes, eager and young and bold. The picture quivers into ghostly white;  Then I remember, and my heart grows cold!
January, 1916
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# A Treasury of South African Poetry and Verse/T. McCall

A SONNET.
Man seems a waif cast on the stream of time,
That bears him onward to the unknown shore;
That longed for, fearéd, dread, mysterious clime,
Toward which all hasten—to return no more.
Yet not so helpless is he as he seems,
Nor void of power to guide life's barque aright,
If Faith sits at the helm, and Hope's bright beams
Shine o'er the troubled waters when 'tis night,
Guiding and cheering like a beacon light,
Till peace is gained and life's cares gone like dreams.
Thence looking back o'er Time's brief, troubled way,
How vain must seem each earthly joy or care!
This thought should cheer us on from day to day,
To work and wait, to bear and to forbear.
T. McCall.
# A Treasury of South African Poetry and Verse/T. W.

AUTUMN SUNSHINE.
The sunshine went a-straying
One gracious harvest morn,
While autumn winds were playing
Among the yellow corn.
The reapers' necks and faces
She dyed deep berry-brown,
And draped in mystic graces
The smoky toiling town.
She kissed in sober sadness
The flowers too soon to fade,
And pierced in merry gladness
The orchard's bosky glade.
The leaves, before her shrinking,
Disclosed the apples green,
That blushed red-ripe for thinking
How idle they had been.
She dropped, in noon-day dreaming,
Her necklace in a pool,
And left the jewels gleaming
Amid its waters cool.
She climbed with motion queenly
The mountain's rugged breast,
And slept, brief space! serenely
Calm on its cloudy crest.
Thence on the sea descending,
She trod with footsteps bold;
For ever westward trending,
A track of heaving gold.
At last, with travel drooping,
She sought her crimson bed,
And forth the stars came trooping
To watch the world instead.
T. W.
# A Treasury of South African Poetry and Verse/Thistle

TO THE SEA.
O! thou wild, tempestuous ocean,
Well communes my heart with thee,
In the ever-ceaseless motion,
In the changing hues I see:
How I love thee,
Emblem of the soul to me:
In thy restless, anxious tossing,
In thy struggles to be free,
Doth my spirit, vext with crossing,
Boundless ocean, beat with thee;
Ever varying,
How our fitful moods agree:
Dashing o'er the rocks opposing,
Lashing with thy wave the shore;
Now in gentle calm reposing,
Now convulsed with anger o'er;
How I love thee,
Nearer, dearer than before.
Now I know the ebb and flowing,
Sunny morn and low'ring eve;
Know the coming and the going,
How to joy, and how to grieve:
In my knowing,
Ocean, thou too canst believe.
To the murmur of thy sadness
Breathes my heart a kindred sigh;
Thy serenity of gladness
Knew I too in days gone by.
Yes, I love thee
With a strange intensity.
Salt thy brine, but teardrops salter
Flow to mingle with thy tide;
Burning thoughts from lips that falter,
As I wander by thy side,
I can tell thee;
Tell to thee, and none beside.
Art thou ruthless in destroying?
Time is yet a wilder sea;
With our hopes of youthhood toying,
Scatt'ring all with careless glee;
Till he leaves us
Wrecks of what we used to be.
Yet the flower of hope is blooming
On one rock above the spray,
All the distant East illuming,
Glows the promise of the day;
Time's dark ocean
Lit with an eternal ray.
"Thistle."
# A Naval Biographical Dictionary/Smyth, George Thomas

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​SMYTH. (Lieutenant, 1814.)
George Thomas Smyth was employed as Midshipman during the war in the Volontaire 38, Cambrian 40, Boyne 98, and Tonnant 80. In the two first he saw much boat-service in the Mediterranean; and in the Boyne, commanded by Capt. Geo. Burlton, he was present in Sir Edw. Pellew’s partial action with the Toulon fleet, 13 Feb. 1814; on which occasion that ship bore the brunt of the engagement, was for half an hour in action, close in shore, and under the enemy’s batteries, with the Romulus 74, and sustained a loss of 2 men killed and 40 wounded, besides being much damaged in her hull, masts, and rigging. In the Tonnant Mr. Smyth witnessed the attack upon Baltimore; and soon after his promotion to the rank of Lieutenant, which took place 23 Nov. 1814, he accompanied, in the Diomede troop-ship, the expedition against New Orleans. His appointments since the peace appear to have been – 14 Oct. 1828, to the Coast Blockade, as Supernumerary-Lieutenant of the Hyperion 42, Capt. Wm. Jas. Mingaye – 16 March, 1831, to the Coast Guard – 27 June, 1832, to the Adelaide Revenue-cruizer – 7 Feb. 1834, again to the Coast Guard – 17 and 27 March, 1838, to his former vessel, the Adelaide, and to the Scout, both engaged in the protection of the Revenue – 20 March, 1843, a third time to the Coast Guard – 5 Nov. 1844, to the Victoria, another Revenue-vessel – and, 20 May, 1848, again, as an Inspecting-Commander, to the Coast Guard, in which service he continues.
# A Naval Biographical Dictionary/Smyth, William

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​SMYTH. (Captain, 1843.)
William Smyth entered the Navy 9 April, 1813; passed his examination in 1819; and obtained his first commission 8 May, 1827. He served afterwards – from 4 June, 1831, until the early part of 1835, in the Samarang 28, Capt. Chas. Henry Paget, on the South American station – from 11 May, 1836, until promoted to the rank of Commander on his return to England 15 Nov. 1837, as Senior Lieutenant, in the Terror bomb, Capt. Geo. Back, employed on a voyage of discovery to the Arctic regions – and, from 19 Sept. 1838 until advanced, on being paid off; to Post-rank 25 Dec. 1843, in the Grecian 16, in South America and at the Cape of Good Hope. He has not been afloat since.
Capt. Smyth is author of the ‘Narrative of a Journey from Lima to Para,’ published in 1836 – a work in which he was assisted by the present Commander Fred. Lowe, R.N. Agents – Messrs. Stilwell.
# A Naval Biographical Dictionary/Smyth, Francis

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​SMYTH. (Lieut., 1826. f-p., 19; h-p., 14.)
Francis Smyth was born in May, 1803.
This officer entered the Navy, 14 July, 1814, as Fst.-cl. Vol., on board the Bermuda 10, Capt. John Pakenham, in which vessel, after having served in the Channel and attained the rating of Midshipman, he was wrecked, near Tampico Bar, in the West Indies, 16 Nov. 1816. He was subsequently employed – from Feb. 1817 until May, 1818, again in the West Indies, in the Rifleman 18, Capt. Houston Stewart, Salisbury 58, flag-ship of Rear-Admiral John Erskine Douglas, and Primrose 18, Capt. Chas. Geo. Rodney Phillott – from Nov. 1818 until Dec. 1821 in the Spencer 76, flag-ship of Sir Josias Rowley at Cork – from Dec. 1821 until Nov. 1823 in the Windsor Castle 74, Capt. Chas. Dashwood, lying at Plymouth – from Nov. 1823 until Aug. 1829 in the Tamar 26, Capt. Sir Jas. John Gordon Bremer, Boadicea 46, Commodore Sir Jas. Brisbane, and Rainbow 28, Capt. Hon. Henry John Rous, all in the East Indies, where he was confirmed a Lieutenant (about five months after he had been ordered to act as such) in the vessel last mentioned, 11 Oct. 1826 – and, from 11 June, 1832, until 2 Dec. 1833, as Senior, in the Dispatch 18, Capt. Geo. Daniell, a third time in the West Indies. He then invalided with a constitution so much impaired from the effects of long service in tropic climes that he was for long unable to go afloat. Restored at length to health, he was nominated, 27 Nov. 1844, Admiralty Agent on board a contract mail steam-vessel; in which capacity he continued until appointed, 27 July, 1847, to the command of the Antelope steamer of 260 horse-power, fitting for the Mediterranean, where he is now serving.
Lieut. Smyth married in April, 1835, and has issue five children.
# A Naval Biographical Dictionary/Smyth, Thomas Johnson

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​SMYTH. (Lieutenant, 1842.)
Thomas Johnson Smyth died in 1846.
This officer entered the Navy 21 Nov. 1829; passed his examination 30 Nov. 1836; and after serving in the Mediterranean and at Plymouth as Mate in the Tyne 26, Capt. John Townshend, and Caledonia 120, flag-ship of Sir David Milne, was promoted to the rank of Lieutenant 27 July, 1842. His succeeding appointments were – 2 Aug. 1842, as Additional, to the Madagascar 44, Capt. John Foote, on the coast of Africa – 21 Jan. 1843, to the Ferret 6, Capt. Josiah Oake, on the same station – and, 8 Nov. 1845, to the Juno 26, Capt. Patrick John Blake, fitting for the Pacific, where he died.
# A Naval Biographical Dictionary/Smyth, Thomas

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​SMYTH. (Lieutenant, 1832.)
Thomas Smyth died, 20 Feb. 1846, at Kingston, Jamaica, where he was Harbour-Master.
This officer entered the Navy 27 July, 1824; passed his examination in 1830; and on the occasion of his promotion to the rank of Lieutenant, 26 June, 1832, was nominated Additional of the Winchester 52, flag-ship of Sir Edw. Griffith Colpoys, Commander-in-Chief in North America and the West Indies. His subsequent appointments afloat were – in Jan. 1833, to the Pearl 20, Capt. Robt. Gordon, on the same station, whence he returned to England and was paid off in Dec. 1834 – 25 March, 1836, to the Hercules 74, Capt. Maurice Fred. Fitzhardinge Berkeley, fitting at Sheerness – and, 24 April, 1837, as Senior, to the Comus 18, Capts. Hon. Plantagenet Pierrepont Gary and Evan Nepean, with whom he served on the station first named until Dec. 1841. Agents – Holmes and Folkard.
# A Naval Biographical Dictionary/Smith, William Richard

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​SMITH. (Lieutenant, 1841.)
William Richard Smith is brother of Lieut. A. J. Smith, R.N.
This officer entered the Navy 21 March, 1827; passed his examination 18 Dec. 1833; and on the paying off of the Seringapatam 42, in which frigate he had been serving as Mate with Capt. John Leith on the North America and West India station, was promoted, 3 Nov. 1841, to the rank of Lieutenant. His appointments have since been – 31 Dec. 1841, to the Carysfort 26, Capt. Lord Geo. Paulet, fitting for the Pacific, whence he returned in June, 1845 – 2 Dec. in the latter year, as First, to the Endymion 44, Capts. Geo. Robt. Lambert, Geo. Wm. Conway Courtenay, and Hon. Geo. Fowler Hastings; under whom he was again, for two years, employed on the North America and West India station – and, 28 Jan. 1848, in a similar capacity, to the Blenheim of 450 horse-power, steam guard-ship at Portsmouth, Capt. Horatio Thos. Austin. Agents – Hallett and Robinson.
# A Naval Biographical Dictionary/Smithers, George

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​SMITHERS. (Lieut., 1811. f-p., 13; h-p., 31.)
George Smithers entered the Navy, in the spring of 1803, as Fst.-cl. Vol., on board the Prince 98, Capts. Rich. Grindall and Dan. Oliver Guion, lying at Plymouth, where, deducting an interval in ​1804, he continued employed as Midshipman in the Salvador Del Mundo, Capt. John Loring, until transferred, in May, 1806, to the Triumph 74, Capt. Thos. Masterman Hardy. In that ship he served, for about two years on the coast of North America and off Flushing. He then joined the Ville de Paris 110, Capts. John Surman Garden and Rich. Thomas, under the former of whom he assisted, in Jan. 1809, in embarking the remains of General Moore’s army at Corunna. In the course of 1810 he was received in succession on board the Wizard sloop, Capt. Hon. Jas. Ashley Maude, Aetna bomb, Capt. John Fordyce Maples, and Barfleur 98, flag-ship of Hon. Geo. Cranfield Berkeley – the two former vessels employed at the defence of Cadiz, the Barfleur on the Lisbon station. He was nominated, 4 June, 1811, Acting-Lieutenant of the Alfred 74, Capts. Wm. Shepheard and Joshua Sydney Horton, also engaged at the defence of Cadiz; was confirmed to that ship 23 Aug. following; and, invaliding from her in March, 1812, was afterwards employed – from 29 Sept. 1812 until taken prisoner in Dec. 1813, in the Goldfinch brig, Capt. Edm. Waller, on the coast of France – from 1 Dec. 1814 until 4 Dec. 1815, in the Centaur 74, Capt. Thos. Gordon Caulfeild, with whom he visited Rio de Janeiro, the Cape of Good Hope, and St. Helena – and from 23 March, 1830, until 1832, in command of the Conflict 12, on the coast of Africa. He has since been on half-pay.