Victrix Poem : The Guards Came Through and Other Poems by Arthur Conan Doyle
Victrix Poem
by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Victrix Poem
HOW was it then with England?
Her faith was true to her plighted word,
Her strong hand closed on her blunted sword,
Her heart rose high to the foeman’s hate,
She walked with God on the hills of Fate—
And all was well with England.
How was it then with England?
Her soul was wrung with loss and pain.
Her face was grey with her heart’s-blood drain.
But her falcon eyes were hard and bright.
Austere and cold as an ice-cave’s light—
And all was well with England.
How was it then with England?
Little she said to foe or friend,
True, heart true, to the uttermost end.
Her passion cry was the scathe she wrought,
In flame and steel she voiced her thought—
And all was well with England.
How was it then with England?
With drooping sword and bended head,
She turned apart and mourned her dead,
Sad sky above, sad earth beneath,
She walked with God in the Vale of Death—
Ah, woe the day for England!
How is it now with England?
She sees upon her mist-girt path
Dim drifting shapes of fear and wrath.
Hold high the heart! Bend low the knee!
She has been guided, and will be—
And all is well with England.
The Guards Came Through and Other Poems
Victrix Poem
Those Others Poem
The Guards Came Through Poem
Haig Is Moving Poem
The Guns In Sussex Poem
Ypres Poem
Grousing Poem
The Volunteer Poem
The Night Patrol Poem
The Bugles Of Canada Poem
The Wreck On Loch Mcgarry Poem
The Bigot Poem
The Athabasca Trail Poem
Ragtime! Poem
Christmas In Trouble Poem
To Carlo Poem
To Ronald Ross Poem
Little Billy Poem
Take Heart Poem
Retrospect Poem
Comrades Poem
Lindisfaire Poem
Holy Grail A Parable Poem
Fate Poem
