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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341457" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Challenge Answered</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">So at length the word is uttered which the vain Gaul long hath muttered<br>'Twixt his teeth, by envy fluttered at another land being great;<br>And the dogs of war are loosèd, and the carnagestream unsluicèd,<br>That the might of France abusèd may torment the world like Fate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O thou nation, base, besotted, whose ambition cannons shotted,<br>And huge mounds of corpses clotted with cold gore alone can sate!<br>May the God of Battles shiver every arrow in thy quiver,<br>And the nobly-flowing river thou dost covet drown thy hate!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For 'tis writ on towering steeple, if ye sow ill ye shall reap ill;<br>And a stern offended people swarm from city, hill, and plain,<br>And with lips ne'er known to palter, swear by king and hearth and altar,<br>Not to sheath the sword or falter till they flash it by the Seine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See! they come in dazzling masses from soft vales and frowning passes,<br>Dense with blades as now the grass is that the summer sun doth shine,<br>And proclaim with voice of thunder that French hordes athirst for plunder<br>Not one single rood shall sunder from their Fatherland and Rhine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Swabian, Saxon, Frank, and Hessian, lo! they muster, form, and press on,<br>Pledged to teach the Gaul the lesson he ne'er learns but through the sword,<br>That the gay light-hearted glitter of the wicked, wanton hitter<br>May be turned to wormwood bitter by the judgment of the Lord.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To their maids no longer fickle, down whose cheeks the fond tears trickle,<br>Leaving pruning-hook and sickle, yellow corn and purple grape,<br>Do they vow, as long as shielded behind swords by Germans wielded,<br>That their soil shall ne'er be yielded to the tiger and the ape.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On, then! on, ye souls undaunted! let the flag of Right be flaunted,<br>And your late-roused wrath be haunted by the outrages of old,<br>When for empty Gallic glory were your hearths made black and gory,<br>And the lone sire's head turned hoary by the slaughter of his fold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor with glorious defending to your ire be there an ending,<br>But, still onwards ever wending, let your legions never halt,<br>Till ye show to braggart Paris what at hand the edge of war is,<br>How it desolates and harries, and then strew its streets with salt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For its lips are seared with lying, and its crimes to God are crying,<br>And the Earth oppressed is sighing: Oh how long shall these things be?<br>And a shout of exultation will go up from every nation,<br>As your sword, the World's salvation, smites the insulter to his knee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Austin">Alfred Austin</a><div class=q>
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