Songs Of The Road By Arthur Conan Doyle A HYMN OF EMPIRE (Coronation Year, 1911) God save England, blessed by Fate, So old, yet ever young: The acorn isle from which the greatImperial oak has sprung!And God guard Scotland's kindly soil, The land of stream and glen, The granite mother that has bredA breed of granite men!God save Wales, from Snowdon's valesTo Severn's silver strand!For all the grace of that old raceStill haunts the Celtic land.And, dear old Ireland, God save you, And heal the wounds of old, For every grief you ever knewMay joy come fifty-fold!Set Thy guard over us, May Thy shield cover us, Enfold and uphold usOn land and on sea!From the palm to the pine, From the snow to the line, Brothers togetherAnd children of Thee.Thy blessing, Lord, on Canada, Young giant of the West, Still upward lay her broadening way, And may her feet be blessed!And Africa, whose hero breedsAre blending into one, Grant that she tread the path which leadsTo holy unison.May God protect Australia, Set in her Southern Sea!Though far thou art, it cannot partThy brother folks from thee.And you, the Land of Maori, The island-sisters fair, Ocean hemmed and lake be-gemmed, God hold you in His care!Set Thy guard over us, May Thy shield cover us, Enfold and uphold usOn land and on sea!From the palm to the pine, From the snow to the line, Brothers togetherAnd children of Thee.God guard our Indian brothers, The Children of the Sun, Guide us and walk beside us, Until Thy will be done.To all be equal measure, Whate'er his blood or birth, Till we shall build as Thou hast willedO'er all Thy fruitful Earth.May we maintain the storyOf honest, fearless right!Not ours, not ours the Glory!What are we in Thy sight?Thy servants, and no other, Thy servants may we be, To help our weaker brother, As we crave for help from Thee!Set Thy guard over us, May Thy shield cover us, Enfold and uphold usOn land and on sea!From the palm to the pine, From the snow to the line, Brothers togetherAnd children of Thee. SIR NIGEL'S SONG A sword! A sword! Ah, give me a sword!For the world is all to win.Though the way be hard and the door bebarred, The strong man enters in.If Chance or Fate still hold the gate, Give me the iron key, And turret high, my plume shall fly, Or you may weep for me!A horse! A horse! Ah, give me a horse, To bear me out afar, Where blackest need and grimmest deed, And sweetest perils are.Hold thou my ways from glutted days, Where poisoned leisure lies, And point the path of tears and wrathWhich mounts to high emprise.A heart! A heart! Ah, give me a heart, To rise to circumstance!Serene and high, and bold to tryThe hazard of a chance.With strength to wait, but fixed as fate, To plan and dare and do;The peer of all - and only thrall, Sweet lady mine, to you! We are delighted to publish this classic book as part of our extensive Classic Library collection. Many of the books in our collection have been out of print for decades, and therefore have not been accessible to the general public. The aim of our publishing program is to facilitate rapid access to this vast reservoir of literature, and our view is that this is a significant literary work, which deserves to be brought back into print after many decades. The contents of the vast majority of titles in the Classic Library have been scanned from the original works. To ensure a high quality product, each title has been meticulously hand curated by our staff. Our philosophy has been guided by a desire to provide the reader with a book that is as close as possible to ownership of the original work. We hope that you will enjoy this wonderful classic work, and that