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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400514" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Antichrist, or the Reunion of Christendom: An Ode</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Are they clinging to their crosses,<br>  F. E. Smith,<br>Where the Breton boat-fleet tosses,<br>  Are they, Smith?<br>Do they, fasting, trembling, bleeding,<br> Wait the news from this our city?<br>Groaning &quot;That's the Second Reading!&quot;<br> Hissing &quot;There is still Committee!&quot;<br>If the voice of Cecil falters,<br> If McKenna's point has pith,<br>Do they tremble for their altars?<br>  Do they, Smith?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Russian peasants round their pope<br>  Huddled, Smith,<br>Hear about it all, I hope,<br>  Don't they, Smith?<br>In the mountain hamlets clothing<br> Peaks beyond Caucasian pales,<br>Where Establishment means nothing<br> And they never heard of Wales,<br>Do they read it all in Hansard --<br> With a crib to read it with --<br>&quot;Welsh Tithes: Dr. Clifford answered.&quot;<br>  Really, Smith?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the lands where Christians were,<br>  F. E. Smith,<br>In the little lands laid bare,<br>  Smith, O Smith!<br>Where the Turkish bands are busy<br> And the Tory name is blessed<br>Since they hailed the Cross of Dizzy<br> On the banners from the West!<br>Men don't think it half so hard if<br> Islam burns their kin and kith,<br>Since a curate lives in Cardiff<br>  Saved by Smith.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It would greatly, I must own,<br>  Soothe me, Smith!<br>If you left this theme alone,<br>  Holy Smith!<br>For your legal cause or civil<br> You fight well and get your fee;<br>For your God or dream or devil<br> You will answer, not to me.<br>Talk about the pews and steeples<br> And the cash that goes therewith!<br>But the souls of Christian peoples...<br>  Chuck it, Smith!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gilbert+Keith+Chesterton">Gilbert Keith Chesterton</a><div class=q>
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  F. E. Smith,
Where the Breton boat-fleet tosses,
  Are they, Smith?
Do they, fasting, trembling, bleeding,
 Wait the news from this our city?
Groaning &quot;That's the Second Reading!&quot;
 Hissing &quot;Ther..."></div>
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