I Vow To Thee My Country, all earthly things above
Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love
The Love that asks no questions, the love that stands the test
That lays upon the altar, the dearest and the best
The love that never falters, the love that pays the price
The love that makes undaunted, the final sacrifice
And there's another country, I've heard of long ago
Most dear to those who love her, most great to those who know
We may not count her armies, we may not see her king
Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering
And soul by soul and silently, her shining bounds increase
And her ways are ways of gentleness and all her paths are peace
What a lovely and profound poem by our dear late Queen Elizabeth. Rest in peace your majesty... now you sit crowned amongst the Saints of our Almighty God. May God bless you for your service to our homeland and Britain's people.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem depicting the love for one's country and love for heaven. Brilliant analogy. So wonderfully written.