Sir Henry Newbolt

(1862 - 1938 / Bilston / England)

England - Poem by Sir Henry Newbolt

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.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 13, 2010



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