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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510738" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dedication</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the City of Bombay</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The Cities are full of pride,<br>Challenging each to each --<br>This from her mountain-side,<br>That from her burthened beach.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They count their ships full tale --<br>Their corn and oil and wine,<br>Derrick and loom and bale,<br>And rampart's gun-flecked line;<br>City by City they hail:<br>&quot;Hast aught to match with mine?&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the men that breed from them<br>They traffic up and down,<br>But cling to their cities' hem<br>As a child to their mother's gown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When they talk with the stranger bands,<br>Dazed and newly alone;<br>When they walk in the stranger lands,<br>By roaring streets unknown;<br>Blessing her where she stands<br>For strength above their own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(On high to hold her fame<br>That stands all fame beyond,<br>By oath to back the same,<br>Most faithful-foolish-fond;<br>Making her mere-breathed name<br>Their bond upon their bond.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So thank I God my birth<br>Fell not in isles aside --<br>Waste headlands of the earth,<br>Or warring tribes untried --<br>But that she lent me worth<br>And gave me right to pride.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Surely in toil or fray<br>Under an alien sky,<br>Comfort it is to say:<br>&quot;Of no mean city am I!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Neither by service nor fee<br>Come I to mine estate --<br>Mother of Cities to me,<br>For I was born in her gate,<br>Between the palms and the sea,<br>Where the world-end steamers wait.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now for this debt I owe,<br>And for her far-borne cheer<br>Must I make haste and go<br>With tribute to her pier.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she shall touch and remit<br>After the use of kings<br>(Orderly, ancient, fit)<br>My deep-sea plunderings,<br>And purchase in all lands.<br>And this we do for a sign<br>Her power is over mine,<br>And mine I hold at her hands!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q>
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The Cities are full of pride,
Challenging each to each --
This from her mountain-side,
That from her burthened beach.

They count their ships full tale --
Their corn and oil and wine,
Derrick and loom and bale,
And rampart'..."></div>
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