England

Praise thou with praise unending,

  The Master of the Wine;

To all their portions sending

  Himself he mingled thine:

The sea-born flush of morning,

  The sea-born hush of night,

The East wind comfort scorning,

  And the North wind driving right:

The world for gain and giving,

  The game for man and boy,

The life that joys in living,

  The faith that lives in joy.