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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357610" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hymn of Futility</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord, Thou hast given unto us a land.<br>In Thy beneficence Thou has ordained<br>That we should hold a country great and grand,<br>Such as no race of old has ever gained.<br>A favoured people, basking in Thy smile:<br>So dost Thou leave us to work out our fate;<br>But, Lord, be patient yet a little while.<br>The shade is pleasing and our task is great.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo, Thou hast said: 'This land I give to you<br>To be the cradle of a mighty race,<br>Who shall take up the White Man's task anew,<br>And all the nations of the world outpace.<br>No heritage for cowards or for slaves,<br>Here is a mission for the brave, the strong.<br>Then see ye to it, lest dishonoured graves<br>Bear witness that he tarried overlong.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo, Thou hast said: 'When ye have toiled and tilled,<br>When ye have borne the heat, and wisely sown,<br>And every corner of the vineyard filled<br>With goodly growth, the land shall be your own.<br>Then shall your sons and your sons' sons rejoice.<br>Then shall the race speak with a conqueror's mouth;<br>And all the world shall hearken to its voice,<br>And heed the great White Nation of the South.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Thou hast said: 'This, striving, shall ye do.<br>Be diligent to tend and guard the soil.<br>If this great heritage I trust to you<br>Be worth the purchase of a meed of toil,<br>Then shall ye not, at call of game or mart,<br>Forgo the labour of a single day.<br>They spurn the gift who treasure but a part.<br>Guard ye the whole, lest all be cast away!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Say, is My bounty worth the winning?' (Lord,<br>So hast thou spoken. Humbly have we heard.)<br>'No son of man is born who can afford<br>To pay Me tribute with an empty word.<br>Guard ye the treasure if the gift be meet.<br>Win ye to strength and wisdom while ye may.<br>For he who fears the burden and the heat<br>Shall gain the wages of a squandered day!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord, we have heard….Loud our Hosannas rang!<br>Voices of glad thanksgiving did we lift.<br>From out the fullness of our hearts we sang<br>Sweet hymns of praise for this Thy gracious gift.<br>Here, in one corner of the land, we found<br>A goodly garden, where abundant food<br>We won, with scanty labor, from the ground.<br>Here did we rest. And, Lord, we found it good!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Great cities have we builded here, 0 Lord;<br>And corn and kine full plenty for our need<br>We have; and cloth the wondrous land afford<br>Treasure beyond the wildest dreams of greed.<br>Even this tiny portion of Thy gift,<br>One corner of our mightly continent,<br>Doth please us well. A voice in prayer we lift:<br>'Lord, give us peace! For we are well content.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord, give us peace; for Thou has sent a sign:<br>Smoke of a raider's ships athwart the sky!<br>Nay, suffer us to hold this gift of Thine!<br>The burden, Lord! The burden-by and by!<br>The sun is hot, Lord, and the way is long!<br>'Tis pleasant in this corner Thou has blest.<br>Leave us to tarry here with wine and song.<br>Our little corner, Lord! Guard Thou the rest!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But yesterday our fathers hither came,<br>Rovers and strangers on a foreign strand.<br>Must we, for their neglect, bear all the blame?<br>Nay, Master, we have come to love our land!<br>But see, the task Thou givest us is great;<br>The load is heavy and the way is long!<br>Hold Thou our enemy without the gate;<br>When we have rested then shall we be strong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord, Thou hast spoken… And, with hands to ears,<br>We would shut out the thunder of Thy voice<br>That in the nightwatch wakes our sudden fears <br>'The day is here, and yours must be the choice.<br>Will ye be slaves and shun the task of men?<br>Will ye be weak who may be brave and strong?'<br>We wave our banners boastfully, and then,<br>Weakly we answer, 'Lord, the way is long!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Time tarries not, but here ye tarry yet,<br>The futile masters of a continent,<br>Guard ye the gift I gave? Do ye forget?'<br>And still we answer, 'Lord, we are content.<br>Fat have we grown upon this goodly soil,<br>A little while he patient, Lord, and wait.<br>To-morrow and to-morrow will we toil.<br>The shade is pleasing, Lord! Our task is great!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But ever through the clamour of the mart,<br>And ever on the playground through the cheers:<br>'He spurns the gift who guardeth but a part' <br> So cloth the warning fall on heedless cars.<br>'Guard ye the treasure if the gift be meet' <br>(Loudly we call the odds, we cheer the play.)<br>'For he who fears the burden and the heat<br>Shall glean the harvest of a squandered day.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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In Thy beneficence Thou has ordained
That we should hold a country great and grand,
Such as no race of old has ever gained.
A favoured people, basking in Thy smile:
So dost Thou leave us to work out our fate;
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