Appendix A 



Through the long years coming, going, 

 Ever is thy life-blood flowing 

 From the hearts of noble earls, 

 Through the veins of common churls, 

 Knight and lady, boor and clown, 

 As the ages follow down; 

 Of one blood the nations be, 

 Of one blood art thou with me! 



See the rush of history, 

 Strewn with cast-off finery) 

 And the way of common things, 

 Cluttered with the pomp of kings! 



Now in dim perspective seen 

 As the centuries roll away, 

 Generations vanishing 

 Move across the changing scene, 

 Knights and squires and men at arms, 

 Captains of the men-o'-war, 

 Masters of the Devon farms, 

 Priests and bishops here and there, 

 Puritan and Cavalier; 

 Some in silks and laces fine, 

 Some in simple hodden gray, 

 Children all of thee and thine, 

 Of thy blood of Courteney. 



Theirs the shame and glory set 

 In thy fame, Plantagenet! 



Once upon Saint Crispin's day 

 'Twas the blood of Courteney 

 Stained thy meadows, Agincourt! 

 Swiftly through the veins it flows 

 As the fire of battle glows; 

 Proudly when the Virgin Queen 

 Rode the loyal ranks between; 

 Sternly when at Marston Moor, 

 On the heath in suppliance kneeling, 

 Not to England's lord appealing, 

 But the Lord of Hosts before ! 



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