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Poem by Henry Newbolt


O Pulchritudo


O Saint whose thousand shrines our feet have trod
  And our eyes loved thy lamp's eternal beam,
Dim earthly radiance of the Unknown God,
  Hope of the darkness, light of them that dream,
Far off, far off and faint, O glimmer on
Till we thy pilgrims from the road are gone.

O Word whose meaning every sense hath sought,
  Voice of the teeming field and grassy mound,
Deep-whispering fountain of the wells of thought,
  Will of the wind and soul of all sweet sound,
Far off, far off and faint, O murmur on
Till we thy pilgrims from the road are gone.



Henry Newbolt


Henry Newbolt's other poems:
  1. Waggon Hill
  2. Nel Mezzo Del Cammin
  3. The Non-Combatant
  4. The Grenadier's Good-Bye
  5. On Spion Kop


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