“THE ENGLISHMEN.”
Born in the flesh, and bread in the bone, Some of us harbor still A new world pride ; and we flaunt or hide, The spirit of Bunker Hill. We claim our place, as a separate race, Or a self-created clan, Till there comes a day when we like to say, “We are kin of the Englishman,” For under the front that seems so cold, And the voice that is wont to storm ; We are certain to find a big broad mind, And a heart that is soft and warm. And they carry their woes in a lordly xvay, As only the great souls can ; And it makes us glad, when in truth we say, “We are kin of the Englishman.” He slams his door in the face of the world, If he thinks the world too bold ; He will even curse, but he opens his purse, To the poor, and the sick, and the old. He is slow in giving to woman the vote, And slow to pick up her fan ; But he gives her room in an hour of doom, And dies—like an Englishman. EI.IA Whkklkr Wxpcox.
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Manawatu Herald, Volume XXXVII, Issue 1351, 23 January 1915, Page 3
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190“THE ENGLISHMEN.” Manawatu Herald, Volume XXXVII, Issue 1351, 23 January 1915, Page 3
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