England, Stand Fast!

ENGLAND, STAND FAST! A Poem by ALEISTER CROWLEY England, stand fast! Stand fast against the foe! They struck the first blow: we shall strike the last Peace at the price of Freedom? We say } England, stand fast! ‘The earth hurls thunderbolts; the sea spurts death; The skies drop murder; hell itself aghast! Answer, with steady eye and easy breath ; England, stand fast ! England, the centuries have not sent thee shame, Tamer of tyrants, from thy purple past Thy heroes call thee, from their heaven of fame: England, stand fast England, resistless as the gales that sweep Thy seas, and free as their rejoicing blast, Roll forth again defiance o'er the deep; England, stand fast! Wide-winged, see Victory flaming from the prow. The colours nailed upon the plunging mast| We have no cur or slave to falter now. England, stand fast!