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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341504" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Wardens Of The Wave</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not to exult in braggart vein<br>Over a gallant foe,<br>Or boast of triumphs on the main,<br>The Gods alone bestow;<br>Vainglorious clarion, clamorous drum,<br>For which the vulgar crave,<br>Not these, not any such, become<br>The Wardens of the Wave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No, but when slumbering war-dogs wake,<br>To the last gasp of breath<br>Face combat for one's Country's sake,<br>With male disdain of death;<br>For this did Nelson live and die,<br>Far from his Land and home,<br>Making his roof-tree of the sky,<br>His pillow on the foam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if our race to-day recall<br>His last triumphant doom,<br>Place wreaths on his unfading pall,<br>And flowers upon his tomb,<br>'Tis to remind us still to keep<br>Aggression's lust in awe,<br>And with dominion of the deep<br>Guard Freedom, Peace, and Law.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And not alone upon the waves<br>That sentinel our shore,<br>Service that disciplines, not enslaves,<br>Should rule us, as of yore;<br>So that our Island Citadel<br>May tranquilly respond<br>With the calm signal, ``All is well,''<br>To every Sea Beyond.</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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Over a gallant foe,
Or boast of triumphs on the main,
The Gods alone bestow;
Vainglorious clarion, clamorous drum,
For which the vulgar crave,
Not these, not any such, become
The Wardens of the Wave.

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