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Show ENGLAND'S TRIUMPH. God in far heaven with a frown : In anger turns his face, I While ruthless England tramples down j One more unhappy race. The selfish world stands by to see, Nor lifts a helping hand, Watchinsr incarnate tyranny Triumph in one more land. Lo! England prays in minsters high For mercy, justice, peace; While 'neath the whole circle of the sky Her warfares never cease. The blood of hapless Zulus slain Reeks from the stolen sod; And butchered Maoris, killed for gain, Carry the prayer to God. Though brave men seek the wilderness, The last hope of the free. Insatiate on their trek no less Tracks greedy tyranny. Dead faces eet in deathless ire Witness to manhood's worth, Where England writes in blood and fire , Her title to the earth. For lust of gold is England's creed; Her gospel that of tight; Her honor eaten out by greed. She knows no right but might. -How -Ions:, O God of justice named, How long shall these things be? Till England's brutal pride is tamed No weak land may be free! Arlo Bates, in Life. |