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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115437" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sir Isaac Brock to his Soldiers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye men of Canada !<br>Subjects with me of that Imperial Power<br>Whose liberties are are marching round the earth :<br>I need not urge you now to follow me,<br>Though what befalls will try your stubborn faith<br>In the fierce fire and crucible of war.<br>I need not urge you, you have heard the voice<br>Of loyalty, and answered to its call.<br>Who has not read the insults of the foe —<br>The manifesto of his purposed crimes I<br>That foe, whose poison-paint, false liberty,<br>Runs o'er his body politic and kills<br>Whilst seeming to adorn it, fronts us now !<br>Threats our poor Province to annihilate,<br>And should we find the red men by our side —<br>Poor injured souls, who but defend their own —<br>Calls back Extermination from its hell,<br>To stalk abroad, and stench your land with slaughter.<br>These are our weighty arguments of war,<br>Wherein armed Justice will enclasp its sword,<br>And sheath it in its bitter adversary ;<br>Wherein we'll turn our bayonet-points to pens, .<br>And write in blood : — Here lies the poor invader ;<br>Or be ourselves struck down by hailing death :<br>Made stepping stones for foes to walk upon —<br>The lifeless gangways to our country's ruin.<br>For now we look not with the eye of fear ;<br>We reck not if this strange mechanic frame —<br>Stop in an instant in the shock of war.<br>Our death may build into our country's life,<br>And failing this, 'twere better still to die<br>Than live the breathing spoils of infamy.<br>Then forward for our cause and Canada !<br>Forward for Britain's Empire — peerless arch<br>Of Freedom's raising, whose majestic span<br>Is axis to the world ! On, on, my friends '<br>The task our country sets must we perform —<br>Wring peace from war, or perish in its storm!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Mair">Charles Mair</a><div class=q>
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