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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539775" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>England My Mother</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">England my mother,<br>Wardress of waters.<br>Builder of peoples,<br>Maker of men,-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hast thou yet leisure<br>Left for the muses?<br>Heed'st thou the songsmith<br>Forging the rhyme?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deafened with tumults,<br>How canst thou hearken?<br>Strident is faction,<br>Demos is loud.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lazarus, hungry,<br>Menaces Dives;<br>Labour the giant<br>Chafes in his hold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet do the songsmiths<br>Quit not their forges;<br>Still on life's anvil<br>Forge they the rhyme.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still the rapt faces<br>Glow from the furnace:<br>Breath of the smithy<br>Scorches their brows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yea, and thou hear'st them?<br>So shall the hammers<br>Fashion not vainly<br>Verses of gold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo, with the ancient<br>Roots of man's nature,<br>Twines the eternal<br>Passion of song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ever Love fans it,<br>Ever Life feeds it,<br>Time cannot age it;<br>Death cannot slay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deep in the world-heart<br>Stand its foundations,<br>Tangled with all things,<br>Twin-made with all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay, what is Nature's<br>Self, but an endless<br>Strife toward music,<br>Euphony, rhyme?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Trees in their blooming,<br>Tides in their flowing,<br>Stars in their circling,<br>Tremble with song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">God on His throne is<br>Eldest of poets:<br>Unto His measures<br>Moveth the Whole.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Therefore deride not<br>Speech of the muses,<br>England my mother,<br>Maker of men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nations are mortal,<br>Fragile is greatness;<br>Fortune may fly thee,<br>Song shall not fly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Song the all-girdling,<br>Song cannot perish:<br>Men shall make music,<br>Man shall give ear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not while the choric<br>Chant of creation<br>Floweth from all things,<br>Poured without pause,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cease we to echo<br>Faintly the descant<br>Whereto for ever<br>Dances the world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So let the songsmith<br>Proffer his rhyme-gift,<br>England my mother,<br>Maker of men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gray grows thy count'nance,<br>Full of the ages;<br>Time on thy forehead<br>Sits like a dream:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Song is the potion<br>All things renewing,<br>Youth's one elixir,<br>Fountain of morn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou, at the world-loom<br>Weaving thy future,<br>Fitly may'st temper<br>Toil with delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deemest thou, labour<br>Only is earnest?<br>Grave is all beauty,<br>Solemn is joy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Song is no bauble-<br>Slight not the songsmith,<br>England my mother,<br>Maker of men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Watson">William Watson</a><div class=q>
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England my mother,
Wardress of waters.
Builder of peoples,
Maker of men,-

Hast thou yet leisure
Left for the muses?
Heed'st thou the songsmith
Forging the rhyme?

Deafened with tumults,
How canst thou hearken?
Strident is faction,
Demos is lou..."></div>
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