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ETON: AN ODE.
Lords of state and of war, whom fate found strong in
battle, in counsel strong,
Here, ere fate had approved them great, abode their
season, and thought not long:
Here too first was the lark's note nursed that filled and
flooded the skies with song.
III.
heard
Ring from lips of poets crowned and dead the Promethean
word
Whence his soul took fire, and power to outsoar the
sunward-soaring bird.
Still the reaches of the river, still the light on field and
hill,
Still the memories held aloft as lamps for hope's young
fire to fill,
Shine, and while the light of England lives shall shine
for England still.
