<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519224" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Clifton Chapel</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is the Chapel: here, my son,<br>Your father thought the thoughts of youth,<br>And heard the words that one by one<br>The touch of Life has turn’d to truth.<br>Here in a day that is not far,<br>You too may speak with noble ghosts<br>Of manhood and the vows of war<br>You made before the Lord of Hosts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To set the cause above renown,<br>To love the game beyond the prize,<br>To honour, while you strike him down,<br>The foe that comes with fearless eyes;<br>To count the life of battle good,<br>And dear the land that gave you birth,<br>And dearer yet the brotherhood<br>That binds the brave of all the earth.—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My son, the oath is yours: the end<br>Is His, Who built the world of strife,<br>Who gave His children Pain for friend,<br>And Death for surest hope of life.<br>To-day and here the fight’s begun,<br>Of the great fellowship you’re free;<br>Henceforth the School and you are one,<br>And what You are, the race shall be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">God send you fortune: yet be sure,<br>Among the lights that gleam and pass,<br>You’ll live to follow none more pure<br>Than that which glows on yonder brass:<br>‘Qui procul hinc,’ the legend’s writ,—<br>The frontier-grave is far away—<br>‘Qui ante diem periit:<br>Sed miles, sed pro patria.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Henry+Newbolt">Sir Henry Newbolt</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519224" data-title="Clifton Chapel de Sir Henry Newbolt" data-description="This is the Chapel: here, my son, Your father thought the thoughts of youth, And heard the words that one by one The touch of Life has turn’d to truth. Here in a day that is not far, You too may speak with noble ghosts Of manhood and the vows of..."></div> </div> </div>

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