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Robert Laurence Binyon - England’s PoetRobert Laurence Binyon - England’s Poet
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To other voices, other majesties, Removed this while, Peace shall resort again. But he was with us in our darkest pain And stormiest hour: his faith royally dyes The colours of our cause; his voice replies To all our doubt, dear spirit! heart and vein Of England`s old adventure! his proud strain Rose from our earth to the sea--breathing skies. Even over chaos and the murdering roar Comes that world--winning music, whose full stops Sounded all man, the bestial and divine; Terrible as thunder, fresh as April drops. He stands, he speaks, the soul--transfigured sign Of all our story, on the English shore.
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