| George Herbert Clarke, ed. (1873–1953). A Treasury of War Poetry. 1917. |
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| 22. To France |
| | | By Herbert Jones |
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| THOSE who have stood for thy cause when the dark was around thee, | |
| Those who have pierced through the shadows and shining have found thee, | |
| Those who have held to their faith in thy courage and power, | |
| Thy spirit, thy honor, thy strength for a terrible hour, | |
| Now can rejoice that they see thee in light and in glory, | 5 |
| Facing whatever may come as an end to the story | |
| In calm undespairing, with steady eyes fixed on the morrow— | |
| The morn that is pregnant with blood and with death and with sorrow. | |
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| And whether the victory crowns thee, O France the eternal | |
| Or whether the smoke and the dusk of a nightfall infernal | 10 |
| Gather about thee, and us, and the foe; and all treasures | |
| Run with the flooding of war into bottomless measures— | |
| Fall what befalls: in this hour all those who are near thee | |
| And all who have loved thee, they rise and salute and revere thee! | |
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