Our English Faith

The gentle folk of England have slept

And now by nightmares our fate is kept.

The undoing of sovereign land by foreign art

Is our destiny if there be no change of heart.

Shall they pass by here with foreign laws,

Bring all their ways from alien shores?

Shall traitors rule us now from distant lands,

For evermore betray us into strangers hands?

Courage! In vision and dream see I

England's flag inspiring, fly on high.

The blood-red cross shining forth on field of white,

O Resurrection banner of the Lord of the Light!

Led by Holy George, bright souls appear -

All English heroes now gather here,

Come from all the ages of English history,

They shall crush them that defile England's mystery!

A Phillips

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