Short Declamation Piece: The Torch of Life

There’s a breathless hush in the close tonight:
Ten to make and the match to win –
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An hour to play and the last man in.
And it’s not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
Or the selfish hope of a season’s fame,
But his captain’s hand on his shoulder smote:
“Play up! Play up! And play the game!”

The sand of the desert is sodden red,
Red with the wreck of a square that broke;
The gatling’s jammed and the colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks,
And England’s far, and Honor a name,
But the voice of a Schoolboy rallies the ranks:
“Play up! Play up! And play the game!”

This is the word that year by year,
While in her place the school is set,
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind.
Bear through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind:
“Play up! Play up! And play the game!”

11 Responses to Short Declamation Piece: The Torch of Life

  1. abe says:

    Who is the author of this oratorical pice: The Torch of life?

  2. essence says:


  3. adrian says:

    Sir Henry Newbolt “Vitai Lampada” is the author

  4. ivy says:

    henry newbolt???

  5. student says:

    i submit it

  6. dd says:

    is this a declamation piece ?

  7. CiCi says:

    what is all about?
    hmm,? :)

  8. Jane Doe says:

    Is this a declamation piece or a Poem??? Just confused

  9. John Paolo says:

    good piece it has been. :)
    nice peotic subject.

  10. this is not a declamation!

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