Sir Henry Newbolt (1862 - 1938 / Bilston / England)
Poems by Sir Henry Newbolt : 15 / 81
England
Praise thou with praise unending,
The Master of the Wine;
To all their portions sending
Himself he mingled thine:
The sea-born flush of morning,
The sea-born hush of night,
The East wind comfort scorning,
And the North wind driving right:
The world for gain and giving,
The game for man and boy,
The life that joys in living,
The faith that lives in joy.
Sir Henry Newbolt
Submitted: Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Poems by Sir Henry Newbolt : 15 / 81
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