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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511058" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Old Issue</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">October 9, 1899 -- Outbreak of Boer War</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Here is nothing new nor aught unproven,&quot; say the Trumpets,<br>&quot;Many feet have worn it and the road is old indeed.<br>&quot;It is the King--the King we schooled aforetime! &quot;<br>(Trumpets in the marshes-in the eyot at Runnymede!)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Here is neither haste, nor hate, nor anger,&quot; peal the Trumpets,<br>&quot;Pardon for his penitence or pity for his fall.<br>&quot;It is the King!&quot;--inexorable Trumpets--<br>(Trumpets round the scaffold af the dawning by Whitehall!)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . . . . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>&quot;He hath veiled the Crown And hid the Scepter,&quot; warn (he Trum pets,<br>&quot;He hath changed the fashion of the lies that cloak his will.<br>&quot;Hard die the Kings--ah hard--dooms hard!&quot; declare the Trumpets,<br>Trumpets at the gang-plank where the brawling troop-decks fill!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ancient and Unteachable, abide--abide the Trumpets!<br>Once again the Trumpets, for the shuddering ground-swell brings <br>Clamour over ocean of the harsh, pursuing Trumpets--<br>Trumpets of the Vanguard that have sworn no truce with Kings! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All we have of freedom, all we use or know--<br>This our fathers bought for us long and long ago.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ancient Right unnoticed as the breath we draw--<br>Leave to live by no man's leave, underneath the Law.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lance and torch and tumult, steel and grey-goose wing<br>Wrenched it, inch and ell and all, slowly from the king.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till our fathers 'stablished,, after bloody years, <br>How our King is one with us, first among his peers. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So they bought us freedom-not at little cost-- <br>Wherefore must we watch the King, lest our gain be lost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Over all things certain, this is sure indeed,<br>Suffer not the old King: for we know the breed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Give no ear to bondsmen bidding us endure.<br>Whining &quot;He is weak and far&quot;; crying &quot;Time will cure.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Time himself is witness, till the battle joins,<br>Deeper strikes the rottenness in the people's loins.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Give no heed to bondsmen masking war with peace.<br>Suffer not the old King here or overseas.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They that beg us barter--wait his yielding mood--<br>Pledge the years we hold in trust-pawn our brother's blood--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Howso' great their clamour, whatsoe'er their claim,<br>Suffer not the old King under any name!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here is naught unproven--here is naught to learn.<br>It is written what shall fall if the King return.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He shall mark our goings, question whence we came,<br>Set his guards about us, as in Freedom's name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He shall take a tribute, toll of all our ware;<br>He shall change our gold for arms--arms we may not bear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He shall break his Judges if they cross his word;<br>He shall rule above the Law calling on the Lord.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He shall peep and mutter; and the night shall bring<br>Watchers 'neath our window, lest we mock the King --</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hate and all division; hosts of hurrying spies;<br>Money poured in secret, carrion breeding flies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strangers of his counsel, hirelings of his pay,<br>These shall deal our Justice: sell-deny-delay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We shall drink dishonour, we shall eat abuse<br>For the Land we look to--for the Tongue we use.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We shall take our station, dirt beneath his feet,<br>While his hired captains jeer us in the street.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cruel in the shadow, crafty in the sun,<br>Far beyond his borders shall his teachings run.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sloven, sullen, savage, secret, uncontrolled,<br>Laying on a new land evil of the old--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long-forgotten bondage, dwarfing heart and brain--<br>All our fathers died to loose he shall bind again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here is nought at venture, random nor untrue<br>Swings the wheel full-circle, brims the cup anew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here is naught unproven, here is nothing hid:<br>Step for step and word for word--so the old Kings did!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Step by step, and word by word: who is ruled may read.<br>Suffer not the old Kings: for we know the breed--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the right they promise--all the wrong they bring.<br>Stewards of the Judgment, suffer not this King!</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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Here is nothing new nor aught unproven,&quot; say the Trumpets,
&quot;Many feet have worn it and the road is old indeed.
&quot;It is the King--the King we schooled aforetime! &quot;
(Trumpets in the marshe..."></div>
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