. It is not to be thought of that the Flood <br /> Of British freedom, which, to the open sea <br /> Of the world's praise, from dark antiquity <br /> Hath flowed, "with pomp of waters, unwithstood," <br /> Roused though it be full often to a mood <br /> Which spurns the check of salutary bands, <br /> That this most famous Stream in bogs and sands <br /> Should perish; and to evil and to good <br /> Be lost for ever. In our halls is hung <br /> Armoury of the invincible Knights of old: <br /> We must be free or die, who speak the tongue <br /> That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold <br /> Which Milton held.--In every thing we are sprung <br /> Of Earth's first blood, have titles manifold.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-is-not-to-be-thought-of/
