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 The heart that was in them is in you, Their soul in your spirit endures: The strength of their song is the sinew Of this that is yours.

Hence is it that life, everlasting As light and as music, abides In the sound of the surge of it, casting Sound back to the surge of the tides, Till sons of the sons of the Norsemen Watch, hurtling to windward and lee, Round England, unbacked of her horsemen, The steeds of the sea.