"If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom, go home from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or your arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen."

Sunday, 6 May 2012

Sunday Reflection




Rose of England thou shall fade not here,
Proud and bright from growing year to year,
Red shall thy petals be as rich wine untold,
Shared by thy warriors who served thee of old.

Rose of England breathing England's air,
Flower of chivalry beyond compare,
While hand and heart endure to cherish thy prime,
Thou shall blossom to the end of time.

Rose of England thou shall fade not here,
Proud and bright from growing year to year,
Red shall thy petals be as rich wine untold,
Shared by thy warriors who served thee of old.

Rose of England breathing England's air,
Flower of liberty beyond compare,
While hand and heart endure to cherish thy prime,
Thou shall blossom to the end of time.


4 comments:

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    1. You're welcome, FT. I doubt I'll be able to better this one - it has to be the ultimate SR. Strange how it seems to be such a political statement nowadays - it almost qualifies as a protest song.

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  2. "it almost qualifies as a protest song." Not almost, GV, as the sh*ts in Brussels and their Quisling Ashton types seek personal fortunes at our expense.

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    1. Okay, I'll give you that, OR - it *definitely* is a protest song.

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