<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=38078" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Fourth of August</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">NOW in they splendour go before us,<br> Spirit of England, ardent-eyed!<br>Enkindle this dear earth that bore us,<br> In the hour of peril purified.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cares we hugged drop out of vision,<br> Our hearts with deeper thoughts dilate.<br>We step from days of sour division<br> Into the grandeur of our fate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For us the glorious dead have striven;<br> They battled that we might be free.<br>We to that living cause are given,<br> We arm for men that are to be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Among the nations nobliest chartered,<br> England recalls her heritage.<br>With her is that which is not bartered,<br> Which force can neither quell nor cage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For her immortal stars are burning,<br> With her, the hope that's never done,<br>The seed that's in the Spring's returning,<br> The very flower that seeks the sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We fight the fraud that feeds desire on<br> Lies, in a lust to enslave or kill,<br>The barren creed of blood and iron,<br> Vampire of Europe's wasted will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Endure, O Earth! and thou, awaken,<br> Purged by this dreadful winnowing-fan,<br>O wronged, untameable, unshaken<br> Soul of divinely suffering man!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Laurence+Binyon">Laurence Binyon</a> from <i>Poems of the Great War</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=38078" data-title="The Fourth of August de Laurence Binyon" data-description="NOW in they splendour go before us,/ Spirit of England, ardent-eyed!/Enkindle this dear earth that bore us,/ In the hour of peril purified./The cares we hugged drop out of vision,/ Our hearts with deeper thoughts dilate./We step from days of sour ..."></div> </div> </div>

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