VICTORY DAY (continued)

With the pipe and the drum,
With the merry merry tune
Of the pipe and the drum;-
But-they-will-not-come-alone!

In their unseen myriads there,
Unperceived, but no less there,
In the vast of God's own air,

They will come !—

With never a pipe or a drum,
All the flower of Christendom,
In a silence more majestic,-
They will come! They will come!
The unknown and the known,
To meet our deep "Well done!"
And the world-resounding thunders
Of our great glad "Welcome Home!"

With their faces all alight,

And their brave eyes shining bright,
From their glorious martyrdom,

They will come!

They will once more all unite
With their comrades of the fight,
To share the world's delight

VICTORY DAY (continued)

In the Victory of Right,

And the doom-the final doom

The final, full, and everlasting doom
Of brutal Might,

At the world-convulsing boom

They will come!

Of the treacherous Austrian gun,-
At the all-compelling "Come!"
Of that deadly signal-gun,—

They gauged the peril, and they came.
-Of many a race, and many a name,
But all ablaze with one white flame,
They tarried not to count the cost,
But came.

They came from many a clime and coast,-
The slim of limb, the dark of face,
They shouldered eager in the race

The sturdy giants of the frost,
And the stalwarts of the sun,-
Britons, Britons, Britons are they!

Britons, every one!

It shall be their life-long boast,
That they counted not the cost,

But, at the Mother-Country's call, they came.

VICTORY DAY (continued)

They came a wrong to right,
They came to end the blight
Of a vast ungodly might;

And by their gallant coming overcame.
Britons, Britons, Britons are they!

Britons, every one!

It shall be their nobler boast,

It shall spell their endless fame,-
That, regardless of the cost,

They won the world for Righteousness,
And cleansed it of its shame.

Britons, Britons, Britons are they!

Britons, every one!

And now,-again they come,

With merry pipe and drum,

Amid the storming cheers,

And the grateful-streaming tears,

Of this our great, glad, sorrowing Welcome

Home.

They shall every one be there,

On the earth or in the air,

From the land and from the sea,

And from under-land and sea,

Not a man shall missing be

VICTORY DAY (continued)

From the past and present fighting-strength

Of that great company.

Those who lived, and those who died,
They were one in noble pride

Of desperate endeavour and of duty nobly done;
For their lives they risked and gave

Very Soul of Life to save,

And by their own great valour, and the Grace of

God, they won.

Britons, Britons, Britons are they!

Britons, every one!

WHEN HE TRIES THE HEARTS OF MEN

As gold is tried in the furnace,

So He tries the hearts of men;

And the dwale and the dross shall suffer loss,

When He tries the hearts of men.

And the wood, and the hay, and the stubble
Shall pass in the flame away,

For gain is loss, and loss is gain,

And treasure of earth is poor and vain,
When He tries the hearts of men.

As gold is refined in the furnace,

So He fines the hearts of men.

The purge of the flame doth rid them of shame, When He tries the hearts of men.

O, better than gold, yea, than much fine gold,
When He tries the hearts of men,

Are Faith, and Hope, and Truth, and Love,
And the Wisdom that cometh from above,
When He tries the hearts of men.