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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.
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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