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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510899" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The American Rebellion</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before<br> Twas not while England's sword unsheathed<br> Put half a world to flight,<br> Nor while their new-built cities breathed<br> Secure behind her might;<br> Not while she poured from Pole to Line<br> Treasure and ships and men--<br> These worshippers at Freedoms shrine<br> They did not quit her then!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Not till their toes were driven forth<br> By England o'er the main--<br> Not till the Frenchman from the North<br> Had gone with shattered Spain;<br> Not till the clean-swept oceans showed<br> No hostile flag unrolled,<br> Did they remember that they owed<br> To Freedom--and were bold!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>After</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The snow lies thick on Valley Forge,<br> The ice on the Delaware, <br>But the poor dead soldiers of King George<br> They neither know nor care.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not though the earliest primrose break<br> On the sunny side of the lane,<br>And scuffling rookeries awake<br> Their England' s spring again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They will not stir when the drifts are gone,<br> Or the ice melts out of the bay:<br>And the men that served with Washington<br> Lie all as still as they.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They will not stir though the mayflower blows<br> In the moist dark woods of pine,<br>And every rock-strewn pasture shows<br> Mullein and columbine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each for his land, in a fair fight,<br> Encountered strove, and died,<br>And the kindly earth that knows no spite <br> Covers them side by side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is too busy to think of war;<br> She has all the world to make gay;<br>And, behold, the yearly flowers are<br> Where they were in our fathers' day!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Golden-rod by the pasture-wall <br> When the columbine is dead,<br>And sumach leaves that turn, in fall,<br> Bright as the blood they shed.</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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 Twas not while England's sword unsheathed
 Put half a world to flight,
 Nor while their new-built cities breathed
 Secure behind her might;
 Not while she poured from Pole to Line
 Treasure and ships and men--
 These worshippers at Freedom..."></div>
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