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 question, the love that stands the testt,
>      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 them that love her, most great to them that 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 an d silently her shining bounds increase,
>      and her ways are ways of gentleness and all her paths are peace.
>
>              --Cecil Spring-Rice (1859-1918)