Mercy, where the tiger wallowed mad and blind with
⁠blood and lust,
Justice, where the jackal yelped and fed, and slaves
⁠allowed it just,
Rose as England's light on Asia rose, and smote them
⁠down to dust.

Justice bright as mercy, mercy girt by justice with her
⁠sword,
Smote and saved and raised and ruined, till the tyrant
⁠ridden horde
Saw the lightning fade from heaven and knew the sun
⁠for God and lord.

Where the footfall sounds of England, where the smile of
⁠England shines,
Rings the tread and laughs the face of freedom, fair as
⁠hope divines
Days to be, more brave than ours and lit by lordlier stars
⁠for signs.