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O living pictures of the dead,
O songs without a sound,
O fellowship whose phantom tread Hallows a phantom ground — How in a gleam have these revealed The faith we had not found.
We have sought God in a cloudy Heaven,
We have passed by God on earth:
His seven sins and his sorrows seven,
His wayworn mood and mirth,
Like a ragged cloak have hid from us The secret of his birth.
Brother of men, when now I see The lads go forth in line,
Thou knowest my heart is hungry in me As for thy bread and wine;
Thou knowest my heart is bowed in me To take their death for mine.
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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