Maxioms by Rudyard Kipling
We have forty million reasons for failure, but not a single excuse.
We have forty million reasons for failure, but not a single excuse.
In sight of peace--from the Narrow Seas
O'er half the world to run--
With a cheated crew, read more
In sight of peace--from the Narrow Seas
O'er half the world to run--
With a cheated crew, to league anew
With the Goth and the shameless Hun.
God of our fathers, known of old,
Lord of our far-flung battle-line,
Beneath whose awful Hand we read more
God of our fathers, known of old,
Lord of our far-flung battle-line,
Beneath whose awful Hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine--
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget--lest we forget!
Her plates are scarred by the sun, dear lass,
And her ropes are taut with the dew,
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Her plates are scarred by the sun, dear lass,
And her ropes are taut with the dew,
For we're booming down on the old trail, our own trail, the out
trail,
We're sagging south on the Long Trail, the trail that is always
new.
