Not far, not far into the night,

These level swords of light can pierce;

Yet for her faith does England fight,

Her faith in this our universe;

Believing Truth and Justice draw

From founts of everlasting law;

Therefore a Power above the State,

The unconquerable Power returns.

The fire, the fire that made her great

Once more upon her altar burns.

Once more, redeemed and healed and whole,

She moves to the Eternal Goal.

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FORWARD

A THOUSAND creeds and battle-cries,

A thousand warring social schemes,

A thousand new moralities,

And twenty thousand thousand dreams!

Each on his own anarchic way,

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