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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538278" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>We Are The Choice Of The Will</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We are the Choice of the Will: God, when He gave the word<br>That called us into line, set in our hand a sword;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Set us a sword to wield none else could lift and draw,<br>And bade us forth to the sound of the trumpet of the Law.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">East and west and north, wherever the battle grew,<br>As men to a feast we fared, the work of the Will to do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bent upon vast beginnings, bidding anarchy cease -<br>(Had we hacked it to the Pit, we had left it a place of peace!) -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Marching, building, sailing, pillar of cloud or fire,<br>Sons of the Will, we fought the fight of the Will, our sire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Road was never so rough that we left its purpose dark;<br>Stark was ever the sea, but our ships were yet more stark;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We tracked the winds of the world to the steps of their very<br>thrones;<br>The secret parts of the world were salted with our bones;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till now the name of names, England, the name of might,<br>Flames from the austral fires to the bounds of the boreal night;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the call of her morning drum goes in a girdle of sound,<br>Like the voice of the sun in song, the great globe round and round;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the shadow of her flag, when it shouts to the mother-breeze,<br>Floats from shore to shore of the universal seas;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the loneliest death is fair with a memory of her flowers,<br>And the end of the road to Hell with the sense of her dews and<br>showers!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who says that we shall pass, or the fame of us fade and die,<br>While the living stars fulfil their round in the living sky?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the sire lives in his sons, and they pay their father's debt,<br>And the Lion has left a whelp wherever his claw was set;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the Lion in his whelps, his whelps that none shall brave,<br>Is but less strong than Time and the great, all-whelming Grave.</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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That called us into line, set in our hand a sword;

Set us a sword to wield none else could lift and draw,
And bade us forth to the sound of the trumpet of the Law.

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