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TO COLONEL FRANCIS EDWARD YOUNGHUSBAND	A
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Across the Western World the Arabian Sea	B
The Hundred Kingdoms and the Rivers Three	B
Beyond the rampart of Himalayan snows	C
And up the road that only Rumour knows	C
Unchecked old friend from Devon to Thibet	A
Friendship and Memory dog your footsteps yet	A
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Let not the scornful ask me what avails	C
So small a pack to follow mighty trails	C
Long since I saw what difference must be	B
Between a stream like you a ditch like me	B
This drains a garden and a homely field	A
Which scarce at times a living current yield	A
The other from the high lands of his birth	D
Plunges through rocks and spurns the pastoral earth	D
Then settling silent to his deeper course	C
Draws in his fellows to augment his force	C
Becomes a name and broadening as he goes	C
Gives power and purity where'er he flows	C
Till great enough for any commerce grown	E
He links all nations while he serves his own	E
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Soldier explorer statesman what in truth	F
Have you in common with homekeeping youth	F
Youth comes your answer like an echo faint	A
And youth it was that made us first acquaint	A
Do you remember when the Downs were white	A
With the March dust from highways glaring bright	A
How you and I like yachts that toss the foam	G
From Penpole Fields came stride and stride for home	G
One grimly leading one intent to pass	C
Mile after mile we measured road and grass	C
Twin silent shadows till the hour was done	H
The shadows parted and the stouter won	H
Since then I know one thing beyond appeal	I
How runs from stem to stern a trimbuilt keel	I
Another day but that's not mine to tell	J
The man in front does not observe so well	J
Though spite of all these five and twenty years	C
As clear as life our schoolday scene appears	C
The guarded course the barriers and the rope	K
The runners stripped of all but shivering hope	K
The starter's good grey head the sudden hush	L
The stern white line the half unconscious rush	L
The deadly bend the pivot of our fate	A
The rope again the long green level straight	A
The lane of heads the cheering half unheard	A
The dying spurt the tape the judge's word	A
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You too I doubt not from your Lama's hall	M
Can see the Stand above the worn old wall	M
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Where then they clamoured as our race we sped	A
Where now they number our heroic dead	A
As clear as life you too can hear the sound	A
Of voices once for all by lock up bound	A
And see the flash of eyes still nobly bright	A
But in the Bigside scrimmage lost to sight	A
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Old loves old rivalries old happy times	C
These well may move your memory and my rhymes	C
These are the Past but there is that my friend	A
Between us two that has nor time nor end	A
Though wide apart the lines our fate has traced	A
Since those far shadows of our boyhood raced	A
In the dim region all men must explore	N
The mind's Thibet where none has gone before	N
Rounding some shoulder of the lonely trail	O
We met once more and raised a lusty hail	O
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Forward cried one for us no beaten track	P
No city continuing no turning back	P
The past we love not for its being past	A
But for its hope and ardour forward cast	A
The victories of our youth we count for gain	Q
Only because they steeled our hearts to pain	Q
And hold no longer even Clifton great	A
Save as she schooled our wills to serve the State	A
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Nay England's self whose thousand year old name	R
Burns in our blood like ever smouldering flame	R
Whose Titan shoulders as the world are wide	A
And her great pulses like the Ocean tide	A
Lives but to bear the hopes we shall not see	B
Dear mortal Mother of the race to be	B
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Thereto you answered Forward in God's name	R
I own no lesser law no narrower claim	R
A freeman's Reason well might think it scorn	S
To toil for those who may be never born	S
But for some Cause not wholly out of ken	T
Some all directing Will that works with men	T
Some Universal under which may fall	M
The minor premiss of our effort small	M
In Whose unending purpose though we cease	C
We find our impulse and our only peace	C
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So passed our greeting till we turned once more	N
I to my desk and you to rule Indore	N
To meet again ah when Yet once we met	A
And to one dawn our faces still are set	A
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EXETER	N
September	N

Henry John Newbolt, Sir

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