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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509172" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The House of the Commonwealth</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509172" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">We sent a word across the seas that said, <br>   "The house is finished and the doors are wide, <br>   Come, enter in. <br>A stately house it is, with tables spread, <br>   Where men in liberty and love abide <br>   With hearts akin. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509172" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"Behold, how high our hands have lifted it! <br>   The soil it stands upon is pure and sweet <br>   As are our skies. <br>Our title deeds in holy sweat are writ, <br>   Not red accusing blood -- and 'neath our feet <br>   No foeman lies." </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509172" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And England, Mother England, leans her face <br>   Upon her hand and feels her blood burn young <br>   At what she sees: <br>The image here of that fair strength and grace <br>   That made her feared and loved and sought and sung <br>   Through centuries. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509172" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">What chorus shall we lift, what song of joy, <br>What boom of seaward cannon, roll of drums? <br>The majesty of nationhood demands <br>A burst of royal sounds, as when a victor comes <br>From peril of a thousand foes; <br>An empire's honour saved from death <br>Brought home again; an added rose <br>Of victory upon its wreath. <br>In this wise men have greeted kings, <br>In name or fame, <br>But such acclaim <br>Were vain and emptiest of things <br>If love were silent, drawn apart, <br>And mute the People's mighty heart. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509172" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The love that ivy-like an ancient land doth cherish, <br>It grows not in a day, nor in a year doth perish. <br>   But, little leaf by leaf, <br>It creeps along the walls and wreathes the ramparts hoary. <br>The sun that gives it strength -- it is a nation's glory; <br>   The dew, a people's grief. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509172" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The love that ivy-like around a home-land lingers, <br>With soft embrace of breast and green, caressive fingers, <br>   We are too young to know. <br>Not ours the glory-dome, the monuments and arches <br>At thought of which takes arms the blood, and proudly marches <br>   Exultant o'er the foe. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509172" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Green lands undesolated <br>For no avengement cry; <br>No feud of race unsated <br>Leaps out again to triumph, <br>Leaps out again to triumph, or to die! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509172" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Attendant here to-day in heart and mind <br>Must be all lovers of mankind, <br>Attendant, too, the souls sublime -- <br>The Prophet-souls of every clime, <br>Who, living, in a tyrant's time, <br>Yet thought and wrought and sought to break <br>The chains about mankind and make <br>A man where men had made a slave: <br>Who all intent to lift and save <br>Beheld the flag of Freedom wave <br>And scorned the prison or the grave; <br>For whom the darkness failed to mar <br>The vision of a world afar, <br>The shining of the Morning Star. <br>Attendant here, then, they must be, <br>And gathering close with eyes elate <br>Behold the vision of a State <br>Where men are equal, just, and free: <br>A State that hath no stain upon her, <br>No taint to hurt her maiden honour; <br>A Home where love and kindness centre; <br>A People's House where all may enter. <br>And, being entered, meet no dearth <br>Of welcome round a common hearth; <br>A People's House not built of stone, <br>Nor wrought by hand and brain alone, <br>But formed and founded on the heart; <br>A People's House, A People's Home, <br>En-isled in foam and far apart; <br>A People's House, where all may roam <br>The many rooms and be at ease; <br>A People's House, with tower and dome; <br>And over all a People's Flag -- <br>A Flag upon the breeze.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Roderic+Quinn">Roderic Quinn</a></strong></div>