Lad, with the merry smile and the eyes
Quick as a hawk's and clear as the day,
You, who have counted the game the prize,
...
YE sleepers, who will sing you?
We can but give our tears—
Ye dead men, who shall bring you
Fame in the coming years?
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All that a man might ask thou hast given me, England,
Birthright and happy childhood's long heart's-ease,
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