It was not part of their blood, <br /> It came to them very late <br /> With long arrears to make good, <br /> When the English began to hate. <br /> <br /> They were not easily moved, <br /> They were icy-willing to wait <br /> Till every count should be proved, <br /> Ere the English began to hate. <br /> <br /> Their voices were even and low, <br /> Their eyes were level and straight. <br /> There was neither sign nor show, <br /> When the English began to hate. <br /> <br /> It was not preached to the crowd, <br /> It was not taught by the State. <br /> No man spoke it aloud, <br /> When the English began to hate. <br /> <br /> It was not suddenly bred, <br /> It will not swiftly abate, <br /> Through the chill years ahead, <br /> When Time shall count from the date <br /> That the English began to hate.<br /><br />Rudyard Kipling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-beginnings/
