THANK God our liberating lance Goes flaming on the way to France! To France -- the trail the Gurkhas found! To France -- old England's rallying ground! To France -- the path the Russians strode! To France -- the Anzac's glory road! to France -- where our Lost Legion ran To fight and die for God and man! To France -- with every race and breed That hates Oppression's brutal creed! Ah France -- how could our hearts forget The path by which came Lafayette? How could the haze of doubt hang low Upon the road of Rochambeau? At last, thank God! At last we see There is no tribal Liberty! No beacon lighting just our shores! No Freedom guarding but our doors! The flame she kindled for our sires Burns now in Europe's battle fires! The soul that led our fathers west Turns back to free the world's oppressed! Allies, you have not called in vain; We share your conflict and your pain. "Old Glory," through new stains and rents, Partakes of Freedom's sacraments. Into that hell his will creates We drive the foe -- his lusts, his hates. Last come, we will be last to stay, Till Right has had her crowning day. Replenish, comrades, from our veins, The blood the sword of despot drains, And make our eager sacrifice Part of the freely-rendered price You pay to lift humanity -- You pay to make our brothers free! See, with what proud hearts we advance To France! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOME VERSES UPON THE BURNING OF OUR HOUSE JULY 10, 1666 by ANNE BRADSTREET THE RIDDLERS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE SPECIMEN OF AN INDUCTION TO A POEM by JOHN KEATS THE HAYSTACK IN THE FLOODS by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1876 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |