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THE
WRATH OF
It
was not part of their blood
It
came to them very late
With
long arrears to make good,
When
the SAXONS began to hate,
They
were not easily moved,
They
were icy-willing to wait
Till
every count should be proved
Ere
the SAXONS began to hate.
Their
voices were even and low,
Their
eyes were level and straight,
There
was neither sign nor show,
When
the SAXONS began to hate.
It
was not preached to the crowd
It
was not taught by the State,
No
man spoke it aloud,
When
the SAXONS began to hate.
It
was not suddenly bred,
It
will not swiftly abate
Through
the chilled years ahead
When
Time shall count from the date
That
the SAXONS began to hate. --- by Rudyard Kipling E-MAIL US WITH YOUR COMMENTS This page was last updated on 04/03/04.
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