Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category

The March of Cambreadth

This one needs no further commentary on my part. Suffice it to say that it definitely taps into something primal, a sense of peoplehood and a desperate responsibility for kith and kin.


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Calling All The Clans

We need more music like this.

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This appears to be some serious Kinist entertainment.

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Good Ol Boys Like Me

This one always cuts deep.

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Well, today’s our moving day– we’re officially taking part in the great Northwest migration. We’re leaving the soured land of California for colder climes and warmer community. As my parting gift I offer this personal favorite, GIVE US MEN

Give us Men!
Men– from every rank,
Fresh and free and frank;
Men of thought and reading,
Men of light and leading,
Men of loyal breeding,
The nation’s welfare speeding;
Men of faith and not of fiction,
Men of lofty aim in action;
Give us Men– I say again,
Give us Men!

Give us Men!
Strong and stalwart ones;
Men whom highest hope inspires,
Men whom purest honor fires,
Men who trample self beneath them,
Men who make their country wreathe them
As her noble sons,
Worthy of their sires;
Men who never shame their mothers,
Men who never fail their brothers,
True, however false are others:
Give us Men– I say again,
Give us Men!

Give us Men!
Men who, when the tempest gathers,
Grasp the standard of their fathers
In the thickest fight;
Men who strike for home and altar,
(Let the coward cringe and falter)
God defend the right!
True as truth the lorn and lonely,
Tender, as the brave are only;
Men who tread where saints have trod,
Men for Country, Home– and God:
Give us Men! I say again– again–
Give us Men!

(By Josiah Gilbert Holland)

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The Gathering

Here’s a bit of Christian literature from the days when the Church understood Patriotism:
Time rolls his ceaseless course. The race of yore 
Who danced our infancy upon their knee,
And told our marvelling boyhood legend’s store
Of their strange ventures happ’d by land or sea,
How are they blotted from the things that be!
How few, all weak and wither’d of their force,
Wait on the verge of dark eternity,
Like stranded wrecks, the tide returning hoarse,
To sweep them from our sight! Time rolls his ceaseless course.

Yet live there still who can remember well,
How, when a mountain chief his bugle blew,
Both field and forest, dingle, cliff, and dell,
And solitary heath, the signal knew;
And fast the fruitful clan around him drew,
What time the warning note was keenly wound,
What time aloft their kindred banner flew,
While clamorous war-pipes yell’d the gathering sound,
And while the Fiery Cross glanced, like a meteor, round.

(Sir Walter Scott, The Lady of  The Lake, Third Canto)

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Ireland is one of the signal European countries awakening to the reality of the Faustian compact which the European Union truly represents. God save Ireland indeed.

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