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England
Praise thou with praise unending
The Master of the Wine:
To all their portions sending
Himself he mingled thine:
The Master of the Wine:
To all their portions sending
Himself he mingled thine:
The sea-born flush of morning,
The sea-born hush of night,
The East wind comfort scorning,
And the North wind driving right:
The sea-born hush of night,
The East wind comfort scorning,
And the North wind driving right:
The world for gain and giving,
The game for man and boy,
The life that joys in living,
The faith that lives in joy.
The game for man and boy,
The life that joys in living,
The faith that lives in joy.
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