INGRAM
O England, thou hast many a precious dower;But of all treasures it is thine to claim,Prize most the memory of each sainted name,That in thy realm, in field or hall or bowerHath wrought high deeds or utter’d words of power—Unselfish warrior, without fear or blame—Statesman, with sleepless watch and steadfast aimHolding his country’s helm in perilous hour—Poet, whose heart is with us to this dayEmbalm’d in song—or Priest, who by the arkOf faith stood firm in troublous times and dark.Call them not dead, my England! such as theyNotwerebutare; within us each survives,And lives an endless life in others’ lives.John Kells Ingram.
O England, thou hast many a precious dower;But of all treasures it is thine to claim,Prize most the memory of each sainted name,That in thy realm, in field or hall or bowerHath wrought high deeds or utter’d words of power—Unselfish warrior, without fear or blame—Statesman, with sleepless watch and steadfast aimHolding his country’s helm in perilous hour—Poet, whose heart is with us to this dayEmbalm’d in song—or Priest, who by the arkOf faith stood firm in troublous times and dark.Call them not dead, my England! such as theyNotwerebutare; within us each survives,And lives an endless life in others’ lives.John Kells Ingram.
O England, thou hast many a precious dower;But of all treasures it is thine to claim,Prize most the memory of each sainted name,That in thy realm, in field or hall or bowerHath wrought high deeds or utter’d words of power—Unselfish warrior, without fear or blame—Statesman, with sleepless watch and steadfast aimHolding his country’s helm in perilous hour—Poet, whose heart is with us to this dayEmbalm’d in song—or Priest, who by the arkOf faith stood firm in troublous times and dark.Call them not dead, my England! such as theyNotwerebutare; within us each survives,And lives an endless life in others’ lives.
John Kells Ingram.