Here you will find the Poem A British-Roman Song of poet Rudyard Kipling
(A. D. 406) "A Centurion of the Thirtieth" My father's father saw it not, And I, belike, shall never come To look on that so-holy spot -- That very Rome -- Crowned by all Time, all Art, all Might, The equal work of Gods and Man, City beneath whose oldest height -- The Race began! Soon to send forth again a brood, Unshakable, we pray, that clings To Rome's thrice-hammered hardihood -- In arduous things. Strong heart with triple armour bound, Beat strongly, for thy life-blood runs, Age after Age, the Empire round -- In us thy Sons Who, distant from the Seven Hills, Loving and serving much, require Thee -- thee to guard 'gainst home-born ills The Imperial Fire!