Poem by Henry Newbolt

England

Praise thou with praise unending,
  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 world for gain and giving,
  The game for man and boy,
The life that joys in living,
  The faith that lives in joy.

1. Felix Antonius
2. Imogen
3. Fidele's Grassy Tomb
4. Pereunt Et Imputantur
5. The Old Superb

Edith Nesbit England ("Shoulders of upland brown laid dark to the sunset's bosom")

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