A MERRY
CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR.
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A FINAL
CALL TO ARMS
At a time of great peril to our Freedom
and our Way-of-Life
The Song
of the Earth of England
by
Percy Bysshe Shelly – Eng.poet
(1702-1822)
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“Men of
England, heirs of Glory,
Heroes of
the unwritten story,
Nurslings of
one mighty Mother
Hopes of
her, and one other;
“Rise like
Lions after slumber
In
unvanquished number,
Shake your
chains to earth like dew
Which in
sleep had fallen on you-
Ye are
many-they are few.
“What is
freedom?-ye can tell
That which
slavery is , too well-
For its very
name has grown
To an echo
of your own.
“What art
thou, Freedom? O! could slaves
Answer from
their living graves
This
demand-tyrants would flee
Like a
dream’s dim imagery:
“Thou art
not, as impostors say,
A shadow
soon to pass away,
A
superstition, and a name
Echoing from the cave of
Fame.
Let a great Assembly
[of the land of ENGLAND be
once again]
Of the fearless and the free.'
[And ONLY the PEOPLE can SAFEGUARD that
FREEDOM which they INHERITED in TRUST for all ETERNITY.]
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[HOPEFULLY!]
'Methinks I see in my mind
a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep,
shaking her
invincible locks.
Methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her
undazzled eyes at the full midday beam.'
John Milton
[COMMENT IN BRACKETS ARE OURS]
DECEMBER-2013
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