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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395995" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lion's Whelps</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is scarlet on his forehead,<br>There are scars across his face,<br>’Tis the bloody dew of battle dripping down, dripping down,<br>But the war-heart of the Lion<br>Turns to iron in its place<br>When he halts to face disaster, when he turns to meet disgrace,<br>Stung and keen and mettled with the life-blood of his own.<br>Let the hunters ’ware who flout him,<br>When he calls his whelps about him,<br>When he sets the goal before him and he settles to the pace. <br>Tricked and wounded! Are we beaten<br>Though they hold our strength at play?<br>We have faced these things aforetimes, long ago, long ago.<br>From sunlit Sydney Harbour<br>And ten thousand miles away,<br>From the far Canadian forests to the Sounds of Milford Bay,<br>They have answered, they have answered, and we know the answer now.<br>From the Britains such as these<br>Strewn across the world-wide seas<br>Comes the rally and the bugle-note that makes us one to-day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beaten! Let them come against us.<br>We can meet them one and all.<br>We have faced the World aforetimes, not in vain, not in vain.<br>Twice ten thousand hearths be widowed,<br>Twice ten thousand hearts may fall,<br>But a million voices answer: “We are ready for the call;<br>And the sword we draw for Justice shall not see its sheath again,<br>Nor our cannon cease to thunder<br>Till we break their strength asunder,<br>And the Lion’s whelps are round him and the Old Flag over all.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Essex+Evans">George Essex Evans</a><div class=q>
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