A Song of the White Men by Rudyard Kipling
And that is the cup of the old world’s hate —
Cruel and strained and strong.
And tossed the dregs away.
But well for the world when the White Men drink
To the dawn of the White Man’s day!
When they go to clean a land —
Iron underfoot and levin overhead
And the deep on either hand.
Our chosen star for guide.
Oh, well for the world when the White Men tread
Their highway side by side!
When they build their homes afar —
“Freedom for ourselves and freedom for our sons
And, failing freedom, War. ”
Dear souls of freemen slain!
Oh, well for the world when the White Men join
To prove their faith again!