The Poems of Henry Van Dyke by Henry Van Dyke
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The sacrament of love, the bond of life.
"A scrap of paper may be Holy Writ With God's eternal word to hallow it. "A scrap of paper binds us both to stand Defenders of a neutral neighbor land. "By God, by faith, by honor, yes! We fight To keep our name upon that paper white." September, 1914. STAND FAST Stand fast, Great Britain! Together England, Scotland, Ireland stand One in the faith that makes a mighty land,-- True to the bond you gave and will not break And fearless in the fight for conscience' sake! Against the Giant Robber clad in steel, With blood of trampled Belgium on his heel, Striding through France to strike you down at last, Britain, stand fast! Stand fast, brave land! The Huns are thundering toward the citadel; |
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