December 31, 1900

The century that began with blood and tears,'Mid blood and tears and vague unrest goes outIs it towards the rocks the good ship steers?Men ask each other with a troubled doubt.Is Britain's star declining in the sky.By younger rivals driven from her sphere?Are we among the nations doomed to die?Must we the fate of Rome and Venice fear?

Let the new century answer; and meanwhileLet us resolve that, be it as it may,Ere foemen can shout Victory! o'er our isle,They too shall fall death-stricken in the fray:If Britain falls she falleth Samson-like,And ere she fall a mortal blow shall strike.