Make yourrself comfortable in an armchair,we are in the dining area,so have some refreshment from the buffet,relax whilst we consider a work of this poet/diplomat Cecil Spring Rice 1860-1918 who died 100 years ago this week.Best remembered for his poem below,based upon his earlier version 'Urbs Dei'.It has often been disparaged for its apparent excessive patriotism of the first stanza,yet the second is largely ignored.Here it is for your consideration.(also see Agnes link thereof)
I VOW TO THEE MY COUNTRY
I vow to the my country,all earthly things above,
Entire and whole and perfect,the service of my love;
The love that asks no questioned ,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 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 and silently her shining bounds increase,
And her ways are ways of gentleness,and all her paths are peace.
UPDATE
Here is Agnes'clip link
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bvouc8Qs_MI