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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341472" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Old Land And The Young Land</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Young Land said, ``I have borne it long,<br>But can suffer it now no more;<br>I must end this endless inhuman wrong<br>Within hail of my own free shore.<br>So fling out the war-flag's folds, and let the righteous cannons roar!''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas a quick, rash word, for the strong Young Land<br>Is a Land whose ways are peace;<br>It weareth no mail, and its keels are manned<br>With cotton, and corn, and fleece,<br>While lands there are that live cased in steel, and whose war-hammers never cease.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And these, when they saw the Young Land gird<br>Its loins to redress the wrong,<br>Whispered one to the other, ``Its heart is stirred,<br>But its hosts are an undrilled throng,<br>And its bolts yet to forge, so quick let us strike before that it grows too strong.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And they said to the Old Land, ``Surely you<br>Will help us to foil its claim?<br>It waxeth in strength, as striplings do,<br>And it girds at its parent's name.<br>Take heed lest its overweening growth overshadow your fading fame.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the Old Land said, ``Youth is strong and quick,<br>And Wisdom is strong but mild;<br>And blood than water is yet more thick,<br>And this Young Land is my child.<br>I am proud, not jealous, to watch it grow.''<br>Thus the Old Land spake and smiled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``And look you,'' it said, ``at the strong Young Land<br>Strike for Freedom and Freedom's growth;<br>Which makes 'twixt us twain, though unsigned by hand,<br>A bond strong as lovers' troth.<br>So 'ware what you do, for, if you strike, you will strike not one, but both.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then they fretted and chafed; for, though shod in steel,<br>Their war-tread stops at the shore,<br>While the Old Land's breath is the breath of the gale,<br>And its music the wave-wind's roar.<br>Then they hated the Young Land's youth and strength, but they hated the Old Land more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the Old Land, in turn, for Freedom's Cause<br>Speeds her sons to the Southern zone,<br>They snarl, ``Let us clip the Lion's claws,<br>The Lion that stands alone;<br>And harry her lair, and spear her cubs, and sit on the Lion's throne.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the Young Land laughs: ``With her foamsteeds fleet,<br>I guess she's a match for you all.<br>She hath saddled the sea, and more firm her seat<br>Than yours, that would ride for a fall,<br>If you put all your fighting force afield, and charged at her watery wall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``But if ever, hemmed in by a world of foes,<br>Her sinews were sorely tried,<br>By the self-same blood in our veins that flows,<br>You would find me at her side,<br>So long as she strikes for the Cause for which her sons and my sons have died.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thus let it be until wrong shall end,<br>This bond strong as lovers' troth,<br>'Twixt Old Land and Young Land, to defend<br>Man's freedom and freedom's growth,<br>So if any should band against either now, they must meet, not one, but both!</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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But can suffer it now no more;
I must end this endless inhuman wrong
Within hail of my own free shore.
So fling out the war-flag's folds, and let the righteous cannons roar!''

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