Poem by Alice Meynell

In Honour of America, 1917

 IN ANTITHESIS TO ROSSETTI'S "ON THE REFUSAL
          OF AID BETWEEN NATIONS"

Not that the earth is changing, O my God!
    Not that her brave democracies take heart
    To share, to rule her treasure, to impart
The wine to those who long the wine-press trod;
Not therefore trust we that beneath Thy nod,
    Thy silent benediction, even now
    In gratitude so many nations bow,
So many poor: not therefore, O my God!

But because living men for dying man
    Go to a million deaths, to deal one blow;
    And justice speaks one great compassionate tongue;
And nation unto nation calls "One clan
    We succourers are, one tribe!" By this we know
Our earth holds confident, steadfast, being young.

1. A Poet's Wife
2. Beyond Knowledge
3. The Two Poets
4. The Launch
5. To the Body

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