This is no case of petty right or wrong br That politicians or philosophers br Can judge. I hate not Germans, nor grow hot br With love of Englishmen, to please newspapers. br Beside my hate for one fat patriot br My hatred of the Kaiser is love true:- br A kind of god he is, banging a gong. br But I have not to choose between the two, br Or between justice and injustice. Dinned br With war and argument I read no more br Than in the storm smoking along the wind br Athwart the wood. Two witches' cauldrons roar. br From one the weather shall rise clear and gay; br Out of the other an England beautiful br And like her mother that died yesterday. br Little I know or care if, being dull, br I shall miss something that historians br Can rake out of the ashes when perchance br The phoenix broods serene above their ken. br But with the best and meanest Englishmen br I am one in crying, God save England, lest br We lose what never slaves and cattle blessed. br The ages made her that made us from dust: br She is all we know and live by, and we trust br She is good and must endure, loving her so: br And as we love ourselves we hate her foe.