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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510748" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>England's Answer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Truly ye come of The Blood; slower to bless than to ban;<br>Little used to lie down at the bidding of any man.<br>Flesh of the flesh that I bred, bone of the bone that I bare;<br>Stark as your sons shall be -- stern as your fathers were.<br>Deeper than speech our love, stronger than life our tether,<br>But we do not fall on the neck nor kiss when we come together.<br>My arm is nothing weak, my strength is not gone by;<br>Sons, I have borne many sons, but my dugs are not dry.<br>Look, I have made ye a place and opened wide the doors,<br>That ye may talk together, your Barons and Councillors --<br>Wards of the Outer March, Lords of the Lower Seas,<br>Ay, talk to your gray mother that bore you on her knees! --<br>That ye may talk together, brother to brother's face --<br>Thus for the good of your peoples -- thus for the Pride of the Race.<br>Also, we will make promise. So long as The Blood endures,<br>I shall know that your good is mine: ye shall feel that my strength is yours:<br>In the day of Armageddon, at the last great fight of all,<br>That Our House stand together and the pillars do not fall.<br>Draw now the threefold knot firm on the ninefold bands,<br>And the Law that ye make shall be law after the rule of your lands.<br>This for the waxen Heath, and that for the Wattle-bloom,<br>This for the Maple-leaf, and that for the southern Broom.<br>The Law that ye make shall be law and I do not press my will,<br>Because ye are Sons of The Blood and call me Mother still.<br>Now must ye speak to your kinsmen and they must speak to you,<br>After the use of the English, in straight-flung words and few.<br>Go to your work and be strong, halting not in your ways,<br>Balking the end half-won for an instant dole of praise.<br>Stand to your work and be wise -- certain of sword and pen,<br>Who are neither children nor Gods, but men in a world of men!</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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Little used to lie down at the bidding of any man.
Flesh of the flesh that I bred, bone of the bone that I bare;
Stark as your sons shall be -- stern as your fathers were.
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