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{{Descr|Originally published by Novello. The piece is the Epilogue (March) from "The banner of St George"}}
{{Descr|Originally published by Novello. The piece is the Epilogue (March) from "The banner of St George"}}
==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==

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  • (Posted 2021-06-07)  CPDL #64692:       
Editor: Ian Haslam (submitted 2021-06-07).   Score information: A4, 14 pages, 226 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: It comes from the misty ages
Composer: Edward Elgar
Lyricist: Shapcott Wensleycreate page
Number of voices: 5vv   Voicing: SAATB

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

First published: 1897
Description: Originally published by Novello. The piece is the Epilogue (March) from "The banner of St George"

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Original text and translations

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It comes from the misty ages,
The banner of England's might,
The bloodred cross of the brave Saint George,
That burns on a field of white!

It speaks of the deathless heroes,
On fame's bright page inscrolled,
And bids great England, ne'er forget,
The glorious deeds of old!

O'er many a cloud of battle,
The banner has floated wide,
It shone like a star o'er the valiant hearts,
That dash'd the Armada's pride

For ever amid the thunders,
The sailor could do, or die,
While tongues of flame leaped forth below,
And the flag of St. George was high,
O ne'er may the flag beloved
Unfurl in a strife unblest,
But ever give strength to the righteous arm,
And hope, and hope to the hearts oppressed,

It says to the passing of ages
Be brave if your cause be right!
Like the soldiersaint whose cross of red
Still burns on your banner white,

Great race, whose empire of splendour
Has dazzled a wondering world
May the flag that floats o'er thy wide domains
Be long, long to all winds unfurled!

Three crosses in concord blended,
The banner of Britain's might!
But the central gem of the ensign fair
Is the cross dauntless Knight!