My northern blood exults to face
The rapture of this rough embrace,
Glowing in every vein to feel
The cordial caress of steel
From spear-blue air and sword-blue sea,
Armour of England's liberty.
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Quotes of the Day
That which does not kill us, only makes us stronger.
by Henry van Dyke
FOR BAYARD AND HELEN STOCKTON
Two hundred years of blessing I record
For Morven's house, protected by the Lord:
And still I stand among old-fashioned flowers
To mark for Morven many sunlit hours.