Greeting from England

America! dear brother land!
     While yet the shotted guns are mute,
     Accept a brotherly salute,
A hearty grip of England's hand.

Tomorrow, when the sulphurous glow
     Of war shall dim the stars above,
     Be sure the star of England's love
Is over you, come weal or woe.

Go forth in hope! Go forth in might!
     To all your nobler self be true,
     That coming times may see in you
The vanguard of the hosts of light.