Hands All Round (Alfred Lord Tennyson)"彼愛其祖國最摯者 乃真世界公民也"

胡適留學日記 1913年4月" 國家與世界"
"彼愛其祖國最摯者 乃真世界公民也"

Poem Title:	Hands All Round
Poem Category:	War Poems
Poet:	Alfred Lord Tennyson
Poet Biography:	Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892), was not well received when he was alive but typically found greater favour when he was dead. Regarded as the chief representative of the Victorian age in poetry, he became Poet Laureate in 1850.

Poem:

First pledge our queen this solemn night, then drink to England, every guest; that man’s the best cosmopolite who loves his native country best. May freedom’s oak for ever live with stronger life from day to day; that man’s the true conservative who lops the moulder’d branch away. Hands all round! God the traitor’s hope confound! To this great cause of freedom drink, my friends, and the great name of England, round and round. To all the loyal hearts who long to keep our english empire whole! To all our noble sons, the strong new England of the southern pole! To England under Indian skies, to those dark millions of her realm! To Canada whom we love and prize, whatever statesman hold the helm. Hands all round! God the traitor’s hope confound! To this great name of England drink, my friends, and all her glorious empire, round and round. To all our statesmen so they be true leaders of the land’s desire! To both our houses, may they see beyond the borough and the shire! We sail’d wherever ship could sail, we founded many a mighty state; pray god our greatness may not fail thro’ craven fears of being great. Hands all round! God the traitor’s hope confound! To this great cause of freedom drink my friends, and the great name of England, round and round.