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Thanksgiving for the strong armed day, / That lifted war's red curse, / When Peace, that lordly little word, / Was uttered in a voice that stirred- / Yea, shook the Universe.
Thanksgiving for the Mighty Hour / That brimmed the Victor's cup, / When England signalled to the foe, / ‘The German flag must be brought low / And not again hauled up!'
Thanksgiving for the sea and air / Free from the Devil's might! / Thanksgiving that the human race / Can lift once more a rev'rent face, / And say, ‘God helps the Right.'
Thanksgiving for our men who came / In Heaven-protected ships, / The waning tide of hope to swell, / With ‘Lusitania' and ‘Cavell' / As watchwords on their lips.
Thanksgiving that our splendid dead, / All radiant with youth, / Dwell near to us-there is no death. / Thanksgiving for the broad new faith / That helps us know this truth.