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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357633" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>It Was Never Contemplated</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When old ADAM bit the apple,<br>And thereafter had to grapple<br>With hard toil to earn his daily bread by sweat,<br>There's no doubt that he protested<br>That his 'rights' had been molested,<br>And he's probably protesting strongly yet:<br>'When this garden was created<br>It was never contemplated <br>It was never in the schedule or the plan <br>'Twasn't even dimly hinted<br>That my living would be stinted,<br>Or that Work would ever be the lot of man.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But in spite of protestation<br>ADAM, with his lone relation,<br>Was evicted in an arbitrary way,<br>Even though that resolution<br>Wasn't in the Constitution,<br>And his children have been grafting to this day.<br>But poor ADAM'S old contention<br>Has become a stock convention<br>'Mid the ADAMS of the nations ever since,<br>'Mid the shufflers and the shirkers,<br>Crusted Tory anti-workers,<br>They whom nought but 'precedent' can e'er convince.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They're the ADAMS of the race; they're the men that clog the pace,<br>With their backs upon the vanguard and their eyes upon the rear;<br>Praising loud their point of view, and regarding owt that's new<br>With a rabid Tory hatred and a vague old-fashioned fear.<br>They're the men of yester-year loitering all needless here,<br>And meandering around and 'round in aimless, endless rings.<br>Ever ready to resent acts without a precedent,<br>Such as were not contemplated in the ancient scheme of things.<br>'O, it was not contemplated!'<br>'Tis the cry of the belated,<br>The complaint of all the Old Worlds waterlogged;<br>Tis the trade-mark of the Tory;<br>'Tis the declaration hoary;<br>'Tis the protest of the busted and the bogged.<br>Mark, whenever it is uttered <br>By the lips of ancients muttered,<br>There is wisdom lacking here, at any rate<br> For, when Tories were created<br>It was never contemplated<br>That they ever would attempt to contemplate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are many things decided,<br>Quite by precedent unguided.<br>It was never contemplated, by the way.<br>When the scheme of things was shaping,<br>And mankind emerged from aping,<br>That he'd ever learn to eat three times a day;<br>Yet, all precedent unheeding,<br>Even Tories time their feeding,<br>And are known to be quite regular at meals;<br>Though in neolithic ages<br>'Twas laid down by ancient sages<br>That a man shall eat when so inclined he feels.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He's the dead weight at the back; he's the log upon the track;<br>He's the man who shouts the warning when the danger's past and gone;<br>He's the prophet of the old by defunct traditions hold;<br>He's the chap who sits and twaddles while the crowd goes marching on.<br>Of the things uncontemplated in the councils of the dead;<br>But the nation marches by heedless of his bitter cry <br>Marches on and contemplates the vital things away ahead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the shaping of a nation<br>Can we crowd all contemplation <br>Can we plan it in a hurried week or so?<br>Cease your ancient whiskered story<br>And observe, O gentle Tory,<br>We are contemplating matters as we go.<br>E'en to-day we're contemplating<br>Matters princip'ly relating<br>To the shaping of to-morrow's onward way;<br>And to-morrow ev'ry grafter<br>Will be forming plans for after;<br>But we are not harking back to yesterday.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the future days arranging;<br>Seeking, planning, ever changing;<br>Weeding out the old mistakes of yester-year;<br>Planting now the seed of new things<br>March the men who dare and do things,<br>Opening up the unblazed road without a fear.<br>And, O mark you, gentle Tory,<br>We shall judge your measures hoary<br>By the use in this day's scheme they represent;<br>We shall use them if we want them;<br>If we don't we shall supplant them,<br>For we do not care a damn for precedent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He's discretion at its worst; he a harbinger reversed;<br>He's the obstinate old party who abhors the new and strange.<br>He's the man whose ancient eyes ever fail to recognise<br>That the Law of Man was ever Change, and ever will be Change.<br>He's a scoffer at the Law; he's a blemish and a flaw;<br>And he whines as did old ADAM when he lost the realms of bliss.<br>When they shored him in the cold in the parlous days of old:<br>'THIS WAS NEVER CONTEMPLATED! YOU'VE NO PRECEDENT FOR THIS!'</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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And thereafter had to grapple
With hard toil to earn his daily bread by sweat,
There's no doubt that he protested
That his 'rights' had been molested,
And he's probably protesting strongly yet:
'When this garden was cr..."></div>
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