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Channel: 1llanfairbairn
Date: 2011-11-09

tis given us, to have our days in a sunless place,
and light with soothlight, a trail for our race 
'tis given us, to stand in the lands of the sun 
and this losing battle to be won
'Tis given us, a share in the spoils of dissolution,
and from the dread harvest of dragon's teeth, absolution.
'tis given us, this weight of november's tear,
and earth's silent scream to hear:
'tis given us, the stark utter vision, and the sublime ultimate derision.
'tis given us, the lineaments of fulfilled desire, 
and for the frontierless ultimate, to aspire.
'tis given us this last and keenest laurel,
high in the spine the burning quarrel.
'tis given us the delight of scorning might,
and this long and grizzly fight.
'tis given us the heartfull of song,
and the eye dreamfilled all of life long.
'tis given us, to inhabit song, dream, and story,
and to shun the bloody fields of glory.
'tis given us, under eternity's scrutiny merciless,
to show our  true colour stainless...
all this has been given us,
not for myrtles or copyright...
but, for the breath, and the light.