The lights are quenched, or turned down low,
In London streets and marts,
But mark ye, mark ye, that great glow
Which shines from English hearts?
It shines through nights of gloom and death,
It shines through blood-red days:
A might nation's might faith -
It sets the world ablaze.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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