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Alfred Austin - "My soul is sunk in all--suffusi
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My soul is sunk in all—suffusing shame;
 Yet not for any individual sin,
 But that the world`s original fair fame—
 My own land`s most—is not what it hath been.
 Shrieks of intolerable bondage smite,
 Without response, its comfortable ears,
 Making a craven compromise with Might,
 For their own luxury, of others` tears.
 Better than this the sanguinary crash
 Of fratricidal strokes, and nerveful hate!
 
 So do I hope to hear the sabres clash
 And tumbrils rattle when the snows abate.
 Love peace who will—I for mankind prefer,
 To dungeon or disgrace, a sepulchre.
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