| George Herbert Clarke, ed. (1873–1953). A Treasury of War Poetry. 1917. |
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| 31. Russia—America |
| | | By John Galsworthy |
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| A WIND in the world! The dark departs; | |
| The chains now rust that crushed men’s flesh and bones, | |
| Feet tread no more the mildewed prison stones, | |
| And slavery is lifted from your hearts. | |
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| A wind in the world! O Company | 5 |
| Of darkened Russia, watching long in vain, | |
| Now shall you see the cloud of Russia’s pain | |
| Go shrinking out across a summer sky. | |
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| A wind in the world! Our God shall be | |
| In all the future left, no kingly doll | 10 |
| Decked out with dreadful sceptre, steel, and stole, | |
But walk the earth—a man, in Charity.
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| A wind in the world! And doubts are blown | |
| To dust along, and the old stars come forth— | |
| Stars of a creed to Pilgrim Fathers worth | 15 |
| A field of broken spears and flowers strown. | |
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| A wind in the world! Now truancy | |
| From the true self is ended; to her part | |
| Steadfast again she moves, and from her heart | |
| A great America cries: Death to Tyranny! | 20 |
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| A wind in the world! And we have come | |
| Together, sea by sea; in all the lands | |
| Vision doth move at last, and Freedom stands | |
| With brightened wings, and smiles and beckons home! | |
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