English poem
Poem 133 (Utter the praise of ancestors like…)
by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (1861–1907)
Utter the praise of ancestors like these. Yet may we speak it humbly, on our knees; For were we silent all, 'tis past a doubt The very stones against us would cry out.
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