Let me live on, I only ask to live
Until the war is ended and I see
What is the verdict that the heavens give
To wrong and force and fraud and treachery

I would outlast this strife t'were but an hour
I would see Belgium righted and repaid,
And gallant France in queenly power;
And little Serbia, free and unafraid.

And storied Italy regain her coasts,
And mighty Russia seated on the sea;
And, martyred, Montenegros' murdered hosts
Give back their sons a larger liberty.

And I would know that Poland breathed anew
Her ancient glory granted her again,
And my dear England greater than she knew,
And my dead son one hero of the slain.