The Empire

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Title:     The Empire
Author: Arthur Conan Doyle [More Titles by Doyle]

1902

They said that it had feet of clay,
That its fall was sure and quick.
In the flames of yesterday
All the clay was burned to brick.

When they carved our epitaph
And marked us doomed beyond recall,
"We are," we answered, with a laugh,
"The Empire that declines to fall."

[The end]
Arthur Conan Doyle's poem: Empire

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