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Rudyard Kipling - A British-Roma
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My father`s father saw it not,
And I, belike, shall never come 
To look on that so-holy spot —
That very Rome —

Crowned by all Time, all Art, all Might,
The equal work of Gods and Man,
City beneath whose oldest height —
The Race began!

Soon to send forth again a brood,
Unshakable, we pray, that clings
To Rome`s thrice-hammered hardihood —
In arduous things.

Strong heart with triple armour bound,
Beat strongly, for thy life-blood runs,
Age after Age, the Empire round —
In us thy Sons

Who, distant from the Seven Hills,
Loving and serving much, require
Thee — thee to guard `gainst home-born ills
The Imperial Fire!
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