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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384648" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The London 'Bobby</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Tribute To The Policemen Of Englands Capital</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here in my cosy corner, <br> Before a blazing log, <br>I’m thinking of cold London<br> Wrapped in its killing fog; <br>And, like a shining beacon<br> Above the picture grim, <br>I see the London ‘Bobby, ’<br> And sing my song for him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see his stalwart figure, <br> I see his kindly face, <br>I hear his helpful answer<br> At any hour or place.<br>For, though you seek some by-way<br> Long miles from his own beat, <br>He tells you all about it, <br> And how to find the street.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He looks like some bold Viking, <br> This king of earth’s police –<br>Yet in his voice lies feeling, <br> And in his eyes lies peace; <br>He knows and does his duty –<br> (What higher praise is there?) <br>And London’s lords and paupers<br> Alike receive his care.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He has a regal bearing, <br> Yet one that breathes repose; <br>It is the look and manner<br> Of one who thinks and knows.<br>Oh, men who govern nations, <br> In old worlds or new, <br>Turn to the London ‘Bobby’<br> And learn a thing or two.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q>
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Here in my cosy corner, 
 Before a blazing log, 
I’m thinking of cold London
 Wrapped in its killing fog; 
And, like a shining beacon
 Above the picture grim, 
I see the London ‘Bobby, ’
 And s..."></div>
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