And this shall be the acid test:
to nail our colors to the mast
because the last shall be the best.
What never was so well expressed
though often thought of, in the past;
and this shall be the acid test;
that north or south, or east or west,
let the gale blow Force Twelve, stand fast,
because the last shall be the best.
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