Red, White and Blue, these colors never run. Those who march under these colors, know not the meaning of the word "terror". If you have not already, you may want to fly the beloved British Union Jack on your blog today. Better yet, fly it forever, as Britain stands in the line of fire to save freedom. Standing with England is her cousin, America ..A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
"Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam;
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven."
From "The Soldier" by Rupert Brooke.
"Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam;
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven."
From "The Soldier" by Rupert Brooke.
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