Deeper than speech our love, stroger than life our tether,
But we do not fall on the nexk or kiss when we come together.
My arm is nothing weak; my strength is not gone by:
Sons, I have borne many sons, but my dugs are not dry.

Kipling's The Song of the English, p. 115

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