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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519108" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Chant Royal Of High Virtue</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who lives in suit of armour pent <br>And hides himself behind a wall,<br>For him is not the great event, <br>The garland nor the Capitol.<br>And is God's guerdon less than they? <br>Nay, moral man, I tell thee Nay:<br>Nor shall the flaming forts be won <br>By sneaking negatives alone,<br>By Lenten fast or Ramazàn; <br>But by the challenge proudly thrown--<br>_Virtue is that becrowns a Man!_<br>God, in His Palace resident <br>Of Bliss, beheld our sinful ball,<br>And charged His own Son innocent <br>Us to redeem from Adam's fall.<br>'Yet must it be that men Thee slay.'<br>'Yea, tho' it must, must I obey,'<br>Said Christ; and came, His royal Son,<br>To die, and dying to atone <br>For harlot, thief, and publican.<br>Read on that rood He died upon-- <br>_Virtue is that becrowns a Man!_<br>Beneath that rood where He was bent <br>I saw the world's great captains all<br>Pass riding home from tournament <br>Adown the road from Roncesvalles--<br>Lord Charlemagne, in one array<br>Lords Caesar, Cyrus, Attila,<br>Lord Alisaundre of Macedon ...<br>With flame on lance and habergeon <br>They passed, and to the rataplan<br>Of drums gave salutation-- <br>_'Virtue is that becrowns a Man!'_<br>Had tall Achilles lounged in tent <br>For aye, and Xanthus neigh'd in stall,<br>The towers of Troy had ne'er been shent, <br>Nor stay'd the dance in Priam's hall.<br>Bend o'er thy book till thou be grey,<br>Read, mark, perpend, digest, survey,<br>Instruct thee deep as Solomon,<br>One only chapter thou canst con, <br>One lesson learn, one sentence scan,<br>One title and one colophon-- <br>_Virtue is that becrowns a Man!_<br>High Virtue's best is eloquent <br>With spur and not with martingall:<br>Swear not to her thou'rt continent: <br>BE COURTEOUS, BRAVE, AND LIBERAL.<br>God fashion'd thee of chosen clay<br>For service, nor did ever say,<br>'Deny thee this,' 'Abstain from yon,'<br>But to inure thee, thew and bone. <br>To be confirmed of the clan<br>That made immortal Marathon-- <br>Virtue is that becrowns a Man!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Arthur+Quiller-Couch">Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch</a><div class=q>
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And hides himself behind a wall,
For him is not the great event, 
The garland nor the Capitol.
And is God's guerdon less than they? 
Nay, moral man, I tell thee Nay:
Nor shall the flaming forts be won 
By sneaking..."></div>
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