THEODORE WATTS-DUNTON, 1897

Shakespeare’s Friend speaks.

To sing the nation’s song, or do the deed

That crowns with richer light the motherland,

Or lend her strength of arm in hour of need,

When fangs of foes shine fierce on every hand,

Is joy to him whose joy is working well—

Is goal and guerdon too, though never fame

Should find a thrill of music in his name;