| George Herbert Clarke, ed. (1873–1953). A Treasury of War Poetry. 1917. |
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| 24. To France |
| | | By Frederick George Scott |
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| WHAT is the gift we have given thee, Sister? | |
| What is the trust we have laid in thy hand? | |
| Hearts of our bravest, our best, and our dearest, | |
| Blood of our blood we have sown in thy land. | |
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| What for all time will the harvest be, Sister? | 5 |
| What will spring up from the seed that is sown? | |
| Freedom and peace and goodwill among Nations, | |
| Love that will bind us with love all our own. | |
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| Bright is the path that is opening before us, | |
| Upward and onward it mounts through the night: | 10 |
| Sword shall not sever the bonds that unite us | |
| Leading the world to the fullness of light. | |
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| Sorrow hath made thee more beautiful, Sister, | |
| Nobler and purer than ever before; | |
| We who are chastened by sorrow and anguish | 15 |
| Hail thee as sister and queen evermore. | |
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