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Farewell

Mother, with unbowed head    Hear thou across the sea    The farewell of the dead,    The dead who died for thee.

Greet them again with tender words and grave,

For saving thee, themselves they could not save.    To keep the house unharmed    Their fathers built so fair,    Deeming endurance armed    Better than brute despair,

They found the secret of the word that saith,"Service is sweet, for all true life is death."    So greet thou well thy dead    Across the homeless sea,    And be thou comforted    Because they died for thee.

Far off they served, but now their deed is

For evermore their life and thine are one.

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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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