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1908 – Spring-Rice, Cecil: I vow to thee, my country

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  • EnglishLiterature (poetry/verse)Poetry/Verse
  • Year
    1908
    Author
    Spring-Rice, Cecil
    Title (original)
    I vow to thee, my country
    Notes

    From a prominent political family, and himself a diplomat and ambassador to Washington during the years 1912-1918 (where he was unsuccessful partly because of his paranoid phobia of German spies), Spring-Rice (1859-1918) died on the way back to Europe and is buried in Ottawa. A first version, ‘Urbs Dei’ was written as a poem in 1908, when Spring-Rice was in British Embassy in Stockholm. The subtitle, ‘The Two Fatherlands’ indicates the theme, common in British imperialist hymns, of joint national and religious loyalty (as in Jerusalem).

    A 1918 rewritten version, tempered in the light of the enormous war casualties, was used by the eminent composer Gustav Holst as words to his hymn tune ‘Thaxted’ (named after the village where he lived, and also the theme of the ‘Jupiter’ movement of his The Planets) in 1921. After its first performance in 1925 it became a standard at Armistice memorial services. It also became a popular hymn after having been included in Ralph Vaughan Williams’ collection Songs of Praise (1926)

    Word Count: 163

    Text (original)

    I vow to thee, my country, all earthly things above,
    Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love;
    The love that asks no question, the love that stands the test,
    That lays upon the altar the dearest and the best;
    The love that never falters, the love that pays the price,
    The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice

    I heard my country calling, away across the sea,
    Across the waste of waters she calls and calls to me.
    Her sword is girded at her side, her helmet on her head,
    And round her feet are lying the dying and the dead.
    I hear the noise of battle, the thunder of her guns,
    I haste to thee my mother, a son among thy sons.

    And there's another country, I've heard of long ago,
    Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know;
    We may not count her armies, we may not see her King;
    Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering;
    And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase,
    And her ways are ways of gentleness, and all her paths are peace.

    Word Count: 192

    Composer
    Holst, Gustav