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!