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[Urbane Guerrilla]

And a try at a bit of thread drift:

When a land rejects her legends,
Sees but falsehoods in the past,
And its people view their sires
In the light of fools, or liars,
‘Tis a sign of its decline,
And its splendor cannot last.
Branches that but blight their roots
Yield no sap for lasting fruits.

From the pen of Martin Farquhar Tupper, an English minor poet of the nineteenth century. Be advised that most of the hits you'll see on this text are Southern unReconstructibles' Anglo-Saxon supremacy blogs. Not just White Supremacy, but in particular and for thoroughly attested historical reasons, that of Anglo-Saxons in particular. It's like a regional tradition dating back largely unbroken to the 1840s-1850s. A chinstroker.

I haven't yet found anything even purporting to be the full text of "The Anglo-Saxon Race," the poem this is cut and pasted from -- this verse and the opening verse are what you find. You'd think http://xtf.lib.virginia.edu/ would have it, for they have quite a bit online from Tupper, but it doesn't just fall out in your lap even from there. (Some of his stuff might make okay hymn texts to give them a traditional old flavor.)

But this verse does make a passable description of the things the Left-liberal intellectuals and wannabees think, not so? American conservatives lambaste them for it, and are they wrong in that?