Excerpt from The Flag and Other Poems: 1918 The British Lands. The tie that binds the British lands Is never spun of tyrant's might; Of fair replies to just demands, Of compromise whenever right Is spun the fibre of its strands, A mighty Empire to unite. A symbol is our gracious King Of British unity of heart, A simple man to whom we cling, Of all good men the counterpart. We sing to God to "Save the King," And mean thereby ourselves in part. The people of the British lands Are masters of their future fate, By effort of their mind and hands They glorify their Empire State, And, as the bud of thought expands, Can make new laws by calm debate. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.