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A Nation's Strength

By Ralph Waldo Emerson

What makes a nation's pillars high
And it's foundations strong?
What makes it might to defy
The foes that round it throng?

It is not gold. It's Kingdoms grand
Go down in battle shock;
It's shafts are laid on sinking sand,
Not on abiding rock.

Is it the sword? Ask the red dust
Of empires passed away;
The blood has turned their stones to rust.
Their glory to decay.

And is it pride? Ah, that bright crown
Has seemed to nations sweet.
But God has struck its luster down
In ashes at his feet.

Not gold but only men take make
A people great and strong;
Men who for truth and honor's sake
Stand fast and suffer long.

Brave men who work while others sleep,
Who dare while others fly...
They build a nation's pillars deep
And lift them to the sky.

“Our prayers are with you and family.”
R.I.P Mallam Abba Kyari, Chief of Staff to the President of Nigeria. 🙏

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