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SONNET X
“REMEMBER”
Remember still the fate of England hangs
Most dubious in the balance. Greece and Rome
Had each their hour, then Time's sea, wave and foam,
Swept over countless joys and countless pangs.
Not yet the gate of dire ill-fortune clangs,
Closed fast for ever. Who shall dream or tell
What waits of golden heaven or black-browed hell
In front,—of joy or pain's remorseless fangs?
Most dubious in the balance. Greece and Rome
Had each their hour, then Time's sea, wave and foam,
Swept over countless joys and countless pangs.
Not yet the gate of dire ill-fortune clangs,
Closed fast for ever. Who shall dream or tell
What waits of golden heaven or black-browed hell
In front,—of joy or pain's remorseless fangs?
Guard England ever, O God whose hand has brought
So far the race upon its stormy way
And given to us far lands to guide and sway,
And the sea's soul for helpmate and for bride.
Grant us the spirit of ceaseless prayer, that nought
May weaken love, confuse us, or divide.
So far the race upon its stormy way
And given to us far lands to guide and sway,
And the sea's soul for helpmate and for bride.
Grant us the spirit of ceaseless prayer, that nought
May weaken love, confuse us, or divide.
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