What stands if Freedom fall? / Who dies if England live?

Of all the trees that grow so fair, / Old England to adorn, / Greater are none beneath the Sun, / Than Oak and Ash and Thorn.

The coastwise lights of England watch the ships of England go!

Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made By singing - 'Oh how beautiful!' and sitting in the shade, While better men than we go out and start their working lives At grubbing weeds from gravel paths with broken dinner knives

There is but one task for all --
One life for each to give.
What stands if Freedom fall?"

[For All We Have and Are]

A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England.