Jerusalem - William Blake 1757 - 1827

I shall not cease from mental strife/Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
'til we have built Jerusalem/ In England's green and pleasant land

To you, my love

My message to your heart must find
That you shall ne'er be blue
'Tis with these words I hope to bind
Your heart to mine - I love you
To you, my love
Beauty yours it is so fine
My loving thoughts do grow Each hour as my heart finds
My trusting omen is our dove
To you my love
So with my heart now yours alone
And you to be mine true
Let us commence to plan our home
Future happiness flying with our dove
To you my love xxx

Let me call you sweetheart

(My courting song to Joyce)

Let me call you sweetheart
I’m in love with you

Let me hear you whisper
That you love me too

Keep that love-light burning
In your eyes so true

Let me call you sweetheart
I’m in love with you

"The Childrens Song" by Rudyard Kipling

Land of our Birth we pledge to thee
Our love and toil in the years to be
When we are grown and take our place
As men and women with our race
Father in Heaven who lovest all
Please help Thy children when they call
That they may build from age to age
An un-defiled heritage
Teach us to bear the yoke in youth
With steadfastness and careful truth
That in our time Thy Grace may give
The Truth whereby the Nations live
Teach us to rule ourselves always
Controlled and cleanly night and day
That we may bring if need arise
No maimed or worthless sacrifice
Teach us to look in all our ends
On Thee for judge and not our friends
That we with Thee may walk uncowed
By fear or favour of the crowd
Teach us the strength that cannot seek
By deed or thought to hurt the weak
That under Thee we may possess
Man's strength to comfort man's distress
Teach us delight in simple things
And Mirth that has no bitter springs
Forgiveness free of evil done
And Love to all men 'neath the sun
Land of our Birth, our faith, our pride
For whose dear sake our fathers died
O Motherland, we pledge to thee
Head, heart and hand through the years to be.

"In Flanders Fields" by John McCrae

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved and now we lie in Flanders Fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe
To you from falling hands we throw
The torch be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow in Flanders Fields.

"The Outpost" by Isabel Ecclestone MacKay

The sweet west wind, the prairie school
A break in the yellow wheat
The prairie trail that wanders by
To the place where the four winds meet
A trail with never an end at all
To the eager children's feet
A little patch of well tramped earth
A saucy gopher near
And teacher waiting on the steps
Her kind eyes brave and clear
A rough cut pole where the flag flies up
To the shrill-voiced children's cheer
The frost, the snow! The prairie school
 When the wild north wind breaks free
A tiny dot on the white that lies
As wide as an eye can see -
A little bit of the ‘Always was’
On the field of the great 'To Be '

"Nature's Song" by Madison Cawein

There is no rhyme that is half so sweet
As the song of the wind in the rippling wheat
There is no metre that's half so fine
As the lilt of the brook under rock and vine;
And the loveliest lyric I ever heard
Was the wildwood strain of a forest bird