O Son of mine, when dusk shall find thee bending Between a gravestone and a cradle's head---Between the love whose name is loss unending And the young love whose thoughts are liker dread,---Thou too shalt groan at heart that all thy spending Cannot repay the dead, the hungry dead.
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Sir Henry Newbolt
Sir Henry John Newbolt, CH (6 June 1862 – 19 April 1938) was an English poet, novelist and historian. He is perhaps best remembered for his poem…
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