store, Now open your door.

p. 4

England, father and mother in one, Heed the voice of your son. Proffer him place in your councils of state: Let him sit near, and attend you. Ponder his words in the hour of debate, Strong is his arm to defend you. Flesh of your flesh, and bone of your bone, Give him his own.

p. 5THE CALL

p. 5

In the banquet hall of Progress God has bidden to a feast All the women in the East.

Some have said ‘We are not ready,—  We must wait another day.’ Some, with voices clear and steady,  ‘Lord, we hear, and we obey.’

Others, timid and uncertain, Step forth trembling in the light, Many hide behind the curtain With their faces hid from sight.

In the banquet hall of Progress All must gather soon or late, And the patient Host will wait.

p. 6If to-day, or if to-morrow, If in gladness, or in woe, If with pleasure, or with sorrow, All must answer, all must go. They must go with unveiled faces, Clothed in virtue and in pride. For the Host has set their places, And He will not he denied.

p. 6

p. 7CORONATION POEM AND PRAYER

p. 7

The world has crowned a thousand kings:  But destiny has kept Her weightiest hour of kingly power To offer England’s son. The rising bell of Progress rings; And Truths which long have slept, Like prophets strange, predicting change, Before Time’s chariot run.

The greatest Empire of the Earth. Old England proudly stands. Like arteries her Colonies Reach out from sea to sea. She clasps all races in her girth; Her gaze the world commands; And far and wide where strong ships ride, The British Flag floats free.

p. 8Oh, never since the stars began Their round of Cosmic law, And souls evolved in ways unsolved, And kingdoms reached their prime Has Destiny held out to Man A gift so full of awe, As England’s crown which she hands down In this stupendous time.

p. 8

This is a crucial hour, when Fate Tries 

 Prev. P 11/41 next