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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509159" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Circling Hearths</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">MY Countrymen, though we are young as yet <br>With little history, nought to show <br>Of lives enleagued against a foreign foe, <br>Torn flags and triumph, glory or regret; <br>Still some things make our kinship sweet, <br>Some deeds inglorious but of royal worth, <br>As when with tireless arms and toiling feet <br>We felled the tree and tilled the earth. <br> <br>’Tis no great way that we have travelled since <br>Our feet first shook the storied dust <br>Of England from them, when with love and trust <br>In one another, and large confidence <br>In God above, our ways were ta’en <br>’Neath alien skies—each keeping step in mind <br>And soul and purpose to one trumpet strain, <br>One urging music on the wind: <br> <br>Yet tears of ours have wet the dust, have wooed <br>Some subtle green things from the ground— <br>Like violets—only violets never wound <br>Such tendrils round the heart: the solitude <br>Has seen young hearts with love entwine; <br>And many gentle friends gone down to death <br>Have mingled with the dust, and made divine <br>The very soil we tread beneath. <br> <br>Thus we have learned to love our country, learned <br>To treasure every inch from foam <br>To foam; to title her with name of Home; <br>To light in her regard a flame that burned <br>No land in vain, that calls the eyes <br>Of men to glory heights and old renown; <br>That wild winds cannot quench, nor thunder-skies <br>Make dim, nor many waters drown. <br> <br>Six hearths are circled round our shores, and round <br>The six hearths group a common race, <br>Though leagues divide, the one light on their face; <br>The same old songs and stories rise; the sound <br>Of kindred voices and the dear <br>Old English tongue make music; and men move <br>From hearth to hearth with little fear <br>Of aught save open arms and love. <br> <br>To keep these hearth-fires red, to keep the door <br>Of each house wide—that is our part: <br>Surely ’tis noble! Surely heart to heart, <br>God’s love upon us and one goal before, <br>Is something worth; something to win <br>Our hearts to effort; something it were good <br>To garner soon; and something ’twould be sin <br>To cast aside in wanton mood. <br> <br>My Countrymen, hats off! with heart and will <br>Thank God that you are free, and then <br>Arise and don your nationhood like men, <br>And manlike face the world for good or ill. <br>Peace be to you, and in the tide <br>Of years great plenty till Time’s course be run: <br>Six Ploughmen in the same field side by side, <br>But, if need be, six Swords as one. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Roderic+Quinn">Roderic Quinn</a><div class=q>
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With little history, nought to show 
Of lives enleagued against a foreign foe, 
Torn flags and triumph, glory or regret; 
Still some things make our kinship sweet, 
Some deeds inglorious but of royal wort..."></div>
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