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Stephen Crane

I looked here;

I looked there;

Nowhere could I see my love.

And--this time--

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THIS IS NO CASE OF PETTY RIGHT

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HIS is no case of petty right or wrongThat politicians or philosophersCan judge. I hate not Germans, nor grow hotWith love of Englishmen, to please newspapers.Beside my hate for one fat patriotMy hatred of the Kaiser is love true:--A kind of god he is, banging a gong.But I have not to choose between the two,Or between justice and injustice. DinnedWith war and argument I read no moreThan in the storm smoking along the windAthwart the wood. Two witches' cauldrons roar.From one the weather shall rise clear and gay;Out of the other an England beautifulAnd like her mother that died yesterday.Little I know or care if, being dull,I shall miss something that historiansCan rake out of the ashes when perchanceThe phoenix broods serene above their ken.But with the best and meanest EnglishmenI am one in crying, God save England, lestWe lose what never slaves and cattle blessed.The ages made her that made us from the dust:She is all we know and live by, and we trustShe is good and must endure, loving her so:And as we love ourselves we hate her foe.