Posted on 07/01/2015 11:10:54 PM PDT by No One Special
I think that line made me pause when first I read it several years ago. It was the gee whiz moment when I realized Kipling was dead serious. Notice how he bastardizes the rhyme between “come” and “Rome”. It forces a pause just because we are expecting a perfect rhyme.
Of course, America since 1965 has "accomplished" what it took Rome about 500 years to accomplish on the road to perdition. God Help us; although to be honest, we do not deserve it. We have betrayed the most manifest of Blessings, following those wonder promising Gods of the Market--now prancing in triumph in Washington.
Indeed.
The NT is constantly quoting the Hebrew Scriptures, from Matthew to Revelation.
Every school should be forced to make their children memorize it.
Twice: in grade school and in senior year of high school.
And colleges must turn down any student who hasn’t memorized it.
Both “copybook” and “saxon” are core, inherent truths that the left refuses to heed.
Thanks for posting this accurate prediction.
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I was probably the first person to post this poem on the Internet, in about 1998 — I typed it in from a Kipling collection. It’s good to see it still circulating.
thank you
THE WRATH OF THE AWAKENED SAXON
by Rudyard Kipling
It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late,
With long arrears to make good,
When the Saxon began to hate.
They were not easily moved,
They were icy — willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the Saxon began to hate.
Their voices were even and low.
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show
When the Saxon began to hate.
It was not preached to the crowd.
It was not taught by the state.
No man spoke it aloud
When the Saxon began to hate.
It was not suddently bred.
It will not swiftly abate.
Through the chilled years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the Saxon began to hate.
His dead are in the churchyard—thirty generations laid.
Their names were old in history when Domesday Book was made;- The Land
She who faces Death by torture for each life beneath her breast
May not deal in doubt or pity—must not swerve for fact or jest.- Female of the Species
But remember, please, the Law by which we live,
We are not built to comprehend a lie,
We can neither love nor pity nor forgive.
If you make a slip in handling us you die! - Secret of the Machines
They finger death at their gloves' end where they piece and repiece the living wires. - Sons of Martha.
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