Rudyard Kipling
«A Song of the English»

Fair is our lot – O goodly is our heritage! (Humble ye, my people, and be fearful in your mirth!) For the Lord our God Most High He hath made the deep as dry, He hath smote for us a pathway to the ends of all the Earth! Yea, though we sinned – and our rulers went from righteousness — Deep in all dishonour though we stained our garments’ hem. Oh be ye not dismayed, Though we stumbled and we strayed, We were led by evil counsellors – the Lord shall deal with them! Hold ye the Faith – the Faith our Fathers seal?d us; Whoring not with visions – overwise and over-stale. Except ye pay the Lord Single heart and single sword Rudyard Kipling «A Song of the English»