_BELGIUM_: I had thought--I feared-- _BRITAIN_ (_stretching her hand to_ BELGIUM): I understand, say no more. “Men whispered that our arm was weak, Men said our blood was cold, And that our hearts no longer speak The clarion-note of old; But let the spear and sword draw near The sleeping lion’s den, His island shore shall start once more To life with armèd men.” _BRITAIN_ (_continuing_): Nor think, O Belgium, that thy bravery and thy chivalry count for naught. “Whatever men have done, man may,-- The deeds you wrought are not in vain!” (_To_ FRANCE): Not only do I guard the ocean with my fleets; I bring here my children to aid you in upholding justice, truth and liberty. England, what is thy message? _ENGLAND_ (_saluting_): Ready! “Old England’s sons are English yet, Old England’s hearts are strong; And still she wears her coronet Aflame with sword and song. As in their pride our fathers died, If need be, so die we; So wield we still, gainsay who will, The sceptre of the sea.” _BRITAIN_: “England, stand fast; let heart and hand be steady; Be thy first word thy last,--Ready, aye, ready!” NO. 4. _CHORUS_: “YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND!” The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn; Till danger’s troubled night depart And the star of peace return. Then, then, ye ocean-warriors! Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow! When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow! _BRITAIN_: Ireland, what message do you bring? _IRELAND_ (_stepping forward and saluting_): And when did Erin e’er hold back, When Freedom called for men? I’m with you to the finish, friends, For God and the Right, Amen! _ALL_ (_with upraised banners_): “God and the Right, Amen!” NO. 5. _CHORUS_: “THE MINSTREL-BOY”: The minstrel-boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you’ll find him; His father’s sword he has girded on, And his wild harp slung behind him. “Land of song!” cried the warrior-bard, “Though all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful heart shall praise thee.” _BRITAIN_: Scotland, what is thy message? _SCOTLAND_ (_stepping forward and saluting_): From Scotia’s Isles and storm-tossed shore, From fortress-rock and peaceful glen, Come ranks of lion-hearted men-- Come clansmen true as knights of old, Meet warriors for achievement bold, Loving their home, but Freedom more! (_Continues, peering and pointing as if seeing a far-off vision_): I see their plaids and tartans wave, I know them, bravest of the brave! I see their eyes with purpose fired; I know their hearts with right inspired; I know their purpose--all mine own-- That Freedom shall resume her throne! Hear! hear their slogan stern and old-- Meet slogan for my warriors bold! NO. 6 _CHORUS_: “SCOTS WHA HAE”: