Pro Patria
By B. Paul Neuman
Land of the white cliff and the circling ocean,
j Land of the strong, the valiant and the free,
Well may thy proud sons with their hearts’ devotion
Seek to repay the debt they owe to thee.
Thou givest them health, the muscle and the vigour,
The steady poise of body and of mind,
The heart that chills not ’neath an Arctic rigour,
Nor droops before the scorching desert wind.
Thou givest them fame, a thousand memories leaping
Into the light whene’er thy name is spoken,
Thy heroes from their graven marbles keeping
Their faithful watch o’er thee and thine unbroken.
Thou givest them rugged honesty unbending,
The heart of honour and the lip of truth,
Quick-answering impulse, freely, gladly spending
The strength of manhood with the zeal of youth.
A noble
By B. Paul Neuman
Land of the white cliff and the circling ocean,
j Land of the strong, the valiant and the free,
Well may thy proud sons with their hearts’ devotion
Seek to repay the debt they owe to thee.
Thou givest them health, the muscle and the vigour,
The steady poise of body and of mind,
The heart that chills not ’neath an Arctic rigour,
Nor droops before the scorching desert wind.
Thou givest them fame, a thousand memories leaping
Into the light whene’er thy name is spoken,
Thy heroes from their graven marbles keeping
Their faithful watch o’er thee and thine unbroken.
Thou givest them rugged honesty unbending,
The heart of honour and the lip of truth,
Quick-answering impulse, freely, gladly spending
The strength of manhood with the zeal of youth.
A noble