54859: This is No Case of Petty Right or Wrong

<p dir="ltr"> This is no case of petty right or wrong<br> That politicians or philosophers<br> Can judge. I hate not Germans, nor grow hot<br> With love of Englishmen, to please newspapers.<br> Beside my hate for one fat patriot<br> My hatred of the Kaiser is love true:---<br> A kind of god he is, banging a gong.<br> But I have not to choose between the two,<br> Or between justice and injustice. Dinned<br> With war and argument I read no more<br> Than in the storm smoking along the wind<br> Athwart the wood. Two witches' cauldrons roar.<br> From one the weather shall rise clear and gay;<br> Out of the other an England beautiful<br> And like her mother that died yesterday.<br> Little I know or care if, being dull,<br> I shall miss something that historians<br> Can rake out of the ashes when perchance<br> The ph?nix broods serene above their ken.<br> But with the best and meanest Englishmen<br> I am one in crying, God save England, lest<br> We lose what never slaves and cattle blessed.<br> The ages made her that made us from dust:<br> She is all we know and live by, and we trust<br> She is good and must endure, loving her so:<br> And as we love ourselves we hate her foe.<br></p>