The last dance
A vagabond mind
My flower room
My faith
Arrow and bow
If we should meet him
Faith
The secret of prayer
The answer
A vision
The second coming



GREATER BRITAIN



Our hearts were not set on fighting,
We did not pant for the fray,
And whatever wrongs need righting,
We would not have met that way.
But the way that has opened before us
Leads on thro' a blood-red field;
And we swear by the great God o'er us,
We will die, but we will not yield.

The battle is not of our making,
And war was never our plan;
Yet, all that is sweet forsaking,