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The Rhodes Memorial at Oxford

The Work of Cecil Rhodes: A Sonnet-Sequence: By Theodore Watts-Dunton

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VIII The Captains of the Past


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VIII
The Captains of the Past

Brother of those who, ere our England threw
Her arms around the world, steered out to roam,
'Neath sails of Wonder, o'er the trackless foam,
I think I see them standing there with you
At azure gates within yon sky so blue,
So pure, it seems like Heaven's own sapphire dome—
Standing and gazing on your wondrous home
Where sleeps a hero's dust—the wild ‘World's View’.

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I hear them saying,—those Captains of the Past,—
All of Old England's hero-pedigree,
From him who drove the Spaniard from the sea
To him who nailed his colours to the mast—
‘Pray God ye be not burying there the last
Of England's sons who keep her strong and free!’