A Message for Today
The Poets & The War XLIII
By I. F. Blomfield.
The War Illustrated, Volume 4, No. 92, Page 574, June 6, 1941.
This is our anguish and our privilege
To live through sombre hours and shadowed days.
We own no safe and easy heritage.
We tread no pleasant paths, no sheltered ways.
Yet chosen for the greatness of this need,
We will not shirk the load – content to stand
Against the dark, steadfast in word and deed,
That justice may not perish from the land.
Of all Time's children we hold proudest place
(Called to endure, to walk with danger near),
Who trained by life, may look into the face –
The sudden face of death, and have no fear.
Now England's moat is manned;
On every tower
The yeomen of an island country stand
And wait the hour.
Now wonder dies away and through the land
Fair mistress pleasure sleeps withing her bower.
Lord, make me worthy of this land,
My richest dower,
And grant me courage to withstand
The testing hour.
Strengthen my faith, that I may see
In Hope's clear light
The Victory, if Calvary