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 Has the past from the sepulchres beckoned? Let answer from Englishmen be— No man shall be lord of us reckoned Who is baser, not better, than we. No coward, empowered To soil a brave man's name: For shame's sake and fame's sake, Enough of fame and shame.

Fame needs not the golden addition; Shame bears it abroad as a brand. Let the deed, and no more the tradition, Speak out and be heard through the land. Pride, rootless and fruitless, No longer takes and gives: But surer and purer The soul of England lives.