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3
TO ENGLAND
SONNET
Not for a single moment must we hold
That England's force is spent. Not till the sun
Pales in the heavens will England's work be done.
Nay the pure Sun-God, armoured all in gold,
Still guides and guards us as in days of old
And still the Sea's wild love-kiss may be won:
The kiss She gives with passionate mouth to none
Save those of knightly mark and kingly mould.
That England's force is spent. Not till the sun
Pales in the heavens will England's work be done.
Nay the pure Sun-God, armoured all in gold,
Still guides and guards us as in days of old
And still the Sea's wild love-kiss may be won:
The kiss She gives with passionate mouth to none
Save those of knightly mark and kingly mould.
Through deep-sown dangers, countless round thy road,
Strive onward, England. Lift thy giant load.
Whom heaven exalts no foeman can abase.
God gave thee a sword omnipotent when he
Left in thine hand the white hand of the Sea,
And set thy soul and Freedom face to face.
Strive onward, England. Lift thy giant load.
Whom heaven exalts no foeman can abase.
God gave thee a sword omnipotent when he
Left in thine hand the white hand of the Sea,
And set thy soul and Freedom face to face.
1904.
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