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LIKE an angry sun like a splendid star	A
War gleams down the long years' track	B
They strain at the leash the dogs of war	C
And who shall hold them back	B
'Let loose the pack we are English bred	D
We will meet them full and fair	E
With the flag of England over our head	D
And his hand to keep it there '	F
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So spake our fathers Our flag unfurled	G
Blew brave to the north and south	H
An iron answer we gave the world	G
For we spoke by the cannon's mouth	H
But he who taught us the word to say	I
Grew dumb as his Victory sang	J
And England mourned on her triumph day	I
And wept while her joy bells rang	J
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Long hour by hour and long day by day	I
The swift years crept apace	K
The patient the coral insect way	I
To cover the dear dead face	K
O foolish rabble of envious years	L
Who wist not the dead must rise	M
His name is music still in our ears	L
His face a light to our eyes	M
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Bring hither your laurels the fading sign	N
Of a deathless love and pride	O
These cling more close than the laurels twine	N
They are strong as the world is wide	O
At the feet of Virtue in Valour clad	P
Shall glory and love be laid	Q
While Glory sings to an English lad	P
Or Love to an English maid	Q
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Wherever the gleams of an English fire	R
On an English roof tree shine	N
Wherever the fire of a youth's desire	R
Is laid upon Honour's shrine	N
Wherever brave deeds are treasured and told	S
In the tale of the deeds of yore	C
Like jewels of price in a chain of gold	S
Are the name and the fame he bore	C
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Wherever the track of our English ships	T
Lies white on the ocean foam	U
His name is sweet to our English lips	T
As the names of the flowers at home	U
Wherever the heart of an English boy	V
Grows big with a deed of worth	W
Such names as his name have begot the same	X
Such hearts will bring it to birth	W
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They say that his England grown tired and old	S
Lies drunk by her heavy hoard	Y
They say her hands have the grasp of the gold	S
But not the grip of the sword	Y
That her robe of glory is rent and shred	D
And that winds of shame blow through	Z
Speak for your England O mighty Dead	D
In the deeds you would have her do	Z
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Small skill have we to fight with the pen	A2
Who fought with the sword of old	S
For the sword that is wielded of Englishmen	B2
Is as much as one hand can hold	S
Yet the pen and the tongue are safe to use	C2
And the coward and the wise choose these	D2
But fools and brave were our English crews	E2
When Nelson swept the seas	D2
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'Tis the way of a statesman to fear and fret	F2
To ponder and pause and plan	G2
But the way of Nelson was better yet	F2
For that was the way of a man	G2
They would teach us smoothness who once were rough	H2
They have bidden us palter and pray	I
But the way of Nelson was good enough	H2
For that was the fighting way	I
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If Nelson's England must stoop to bear	E
What never honour should brook	I2
In vain does the tomb of her hero wear	E
The laurel his brow forsook	I2
In vain was the speech from the lips of her guns	J2
If now must her lips refrain	K2
In vain has she made us her living sons	J2
Her dead have made her in vain	K2
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So here with your bays be the dear head crowned	L2
Lay flowers where the dear dust lies	M
And wreathe his column with laurel round	L2
To point his fame to the skies	M
But the greenest laurel that ever grew	Z
Is the laurel that's yet to win	M2
Crowned with his laurels he waits for You	Z
To bring Your laurels in	M2

Edith Nesbit

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