English poem
Britannia Salvatrix
by Oliver Herford (1863–1935)
Mistress of the Trident dread, With the brow of Artemis, Like Minerva, helmeted, Seven Seas her sandals kiss.
Throbs a mighty heart withal Beneath her armour of Disdain. Not for naught did Belgium call, Servia has not cried in vain.
When the gauge of Hate was hurled, Seven seas at her behest, From the corners of the world Brought the bravest and the best.
From the utmost ends of earth, On their tireless waves they bore, To the Europe of their birth, Legions of the land and air,
Spurning Peace, till Peace has brought Hohenzollern to his fall, And with the blood of Freemen bought A Place in Freedom’s Sun for all.