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The Schoolfellow

Our game was his but yesteryear;

We wished him back; we could not know The self-same hour we missed him here He led the line that broke the foe.

Blood-red behind our guarded posts Sank as of old and dying day;

The battle ceased; the mingled hosts Weary and cheery went their way: "To-morrow well may bring," we said, "As fair a fight, as clear a sun." Dear Lad, before the world was sped,

For evermore thy goal was won.

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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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