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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538269" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tree, Old Tree Of The Triple Crook</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tree, Old Tree of the Triple Crook<br>And the rope of the Black Election,<br>'Tis the faith of the Fool that a race you rule<br>Can never achieve perfection:<br>So 'It's O, for the time of the new Sublime<br>And the better than human way,<br>When the Rat (poor beast) shall come to his own<br>And the Wolf shall have his day!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For Tree, Old Tree of the Triple Beam<br>And the power of provocation,<br>You have cockered the Brute with your dreadful fruit<br>Till your fruit is mere stupration:<br>And 'It's how should we rise to be pure and wise,<br>And how can we choose but fall,<br>So long as the Hangman makes us dread,<br>And the Noose floats free for all?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So Tree, Old Tree of the Triple Coign<br>And the trick there's no recalling,<br>They will haggle and hew till they hack you through<br>And at last they lay you sprawling:<br>When 'Hey! for the hour of the race in flower<br>And the long good-bye to sin!'<br>And for the lack the fires of Hell gone out<br>Of the fuel to keep them in!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Tree, Old Tree of the Triple Bough<br>And the ghastly Dreams that tend you,<br>Your growth began with the life of Man,<br>And only his death can end you.<br>They may tug in line at your hempen twine,<br>They may flourish with axe and saw;<br>But your taproot drinks of the Sacred Springs<br>In the living rock of Law.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Tree, Old Tree of the Triple Fork,<br>When the spent sun reels and blunders<br>Down a welkin lit with the flare of the Pit<br>As it seethes in spate and thunders,<br>Stern on the glare of the tortured air<br>Your lines august shall gloom,<br>And your master-beam be the last thing whelmed<br>In the ruining roar of Doom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Ernest+Henley">William Ernest Henley</a><div class=q>
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And the rope of the Black Election,
'Tis the faith of the Fool that a race you rule
Can never achieve perfection:
So 'It's O, for the time of the new Sublime
And the better than human way,
When the Rat (poor beas..."></div>
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