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There was little for us to s= ay Of the war and its why and wherefore--and we said it often enough; The p= apers gave us our wisdom, and we used it up in the rough. But I held my pea= ce and wondered; for I thought of the folly of men, The fair lives ruined a= nd broken that ne' er could be mended again; And the tale by lies bewildere= d, and no cause for a man to choose; Nothing to curse or to bless--just a g= ame to win or to lose. But here were the streets of London--strife stalking= wide in the world; And the flag of an ancient people to the battle-breeze = unfurled. And who was helping or heeding? The gaudy shops displayed The toy= s of rich men' s folly, by blinded labour made; And still from naught to no= thing the bright-skinned horses drew Dull men and sleek-faced women with ne= ver a deed to do; While all about and around them the street-flood ebbed an= d flowed, Worn feet, grey anxious faces, grey backs bowed ' neath the load.= Lo the sons of an ancient people! 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Read ye their souls in their faces, and = what shall help you there? Joyless, hopeless, shameless, angerless, set is = their stare: This is the thing we have made, and what shall help us now, Fo= r the field hath been laboured and tilled and the teeth of the dragon shall= grow. But why are they gathered together? what is this crowd in the street= ? This is a holiday morning, though here and there we meet The hurrying tra= desman' s broadcloth, or the workman' s basket of tools. Men say that at la= st we are rending the snares of knaves and fools; That a cry from the heart= of the nation against the foe is hurled, And the flag of an ancient people= to the battle-breeze unfurled. The soldiers are off to the war, we are her= e to see the sight, And all our griefs shall be hidden by the thought of ou= r country' s might. ' Tis the ordered anger of England and her hope for the= good of the Earth That we to-day are speeding, and many a gift of worth Sh= all follow the brand and the bullet, and our wrath shall be no curse, But a= blessing of life to the helpless--unless we are liars and worse - And thes= e that we see are the senders; these are they that speed The dread and the = blessing of England to help the world at its need. Sick unto death was my h= ope, and I turned and looked on my dear, And beheld her frightened wonder, = and her grief without a tear, And knew how her thought was mine--when, hark= ! o' er the hubbub and noise, Faint and a long way off, the music' s measur= ed voice, And the crowd was swaying and swaying, and somehow, I knew not wh= y, A dream came into my heart of deliverance drawing anigh. Then with roll = and thunder of drums grew the music louder and loud, And the whole street t= umbled and surged, and cleft was the holiday crowd, Till two walls of faces= and rags lined either side of the way. Then clamour of shouts rose upward,= as bright and glittering gay Came the voiceful brass of the band, and my h= eart beat fast and fast, For the river of steel came on, and the wrath of E= ngland passed Through the want and the woe of the town, and strange and wil= d was my thought, And my clenched hands wandered about as though a weapon t= hey sought. Hubbub and din was behind them, and the shuffling haggard thron= g, Wandering aimless about, tangled the street for long; But the shouts and= the rhythmic noise we still heard far away, And my dream was become a pict= ure of the deeds of another day. 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