The English Way Ep. 02 - Will England Rise Again?

are you ready for the Glorious restoration of England let's find [Music] out hello and welcome to the next episode of the English way today we have a little bit of an unusual treat for for you and it's a poem but it's not just a poem it has been dubbed somewhat of a prophecy um the poem was written by gentleman called DW Nash in what appears to be the winter of 1870 1871 against the backdrop of some incredibly impressive victories by the prussians against the French now this gentleman's obviously sat down and wondered what would become of England if we began to lose our virtues with such verile uh opponents on the continent he specifically um mentions the muscovites and the Germans interestingly enough the decline that he describes is pretty much what happened to England in the 20th century what makes it remarkable is that what happened to England in the 20th century as it did many countries in the world is the effect of Marxism and its various Offspring on those countries he wouldn't have known that this was to happen happen but what he lays out is exactly what has happened and what's very interesting is that he also has such faith in conviction within the spirit of the English that he lays out the inevitable rise of England again and what caught my attention when I first read this poem is not only did it describe what has happened under the influence of Marxism on the world r large in the last 100 years but also that England would rise from its knees where it currently is um and I think that is Testament to the gentleman understanding the virtues of the English which I will go on to discuss in future episodes um the first time I read it I came across it on a website that um was cating Prophecies of various kinds and some of them had come true and some of them hadn't but I'd never read this one before and I was familiar with a lot of prophecies whether they were Eastern or Western and this one was pretty new to me um and I don't know if it's a prophecy as such or whether this gentleman just had excellent foresight and forth um but it's rather engaging poem and the way it lays out and the way it begins it lays out um what is great about England in the English Countryside anybody familiar with tolken will recognize the scenery that is painted at the beginning of this poem um and then it goes on to describe the destruction of of those things and what happens if we lose faith and we lose the firmness and the belief and the love of our country but then it does go on in its later chapters to um talk about the rise of England when the goodness shall be restored the poem finds us in a in a in an odd position where we have lost our confidence in our culture and I think we forget that we are one of the greatest cultures that has ever existed there is a very short list of of cultures that have shaped the world in such a way that the English has and we're quite lucky to be able to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the Romans and the Greeks um the zoroastrians the Persians um the ancient Chinese um there are very very few of us on that list but the English are definitely on that list and we find ourselves in a bit of a Crossroads um we feel whilst we want to defend and reinvigorate the culture we feel suffocated by The Establishment suffocated by the mechanisms that have been put in place purposefully to um derail the culture marks understood that actually National culture was what really stood in the way of global communism which is why there is such an attack on all national cultures it's not just ours but again I can only speak for the English because I am English uh but it is a predicament that most countries in the world finding themselves in and I think this poem If anything gives gives heart it gives heart and understanding to um the britishness um that lies within our nation and the English specifically that I can relate to um and I think at this particular Junction in history um we need that we need to regain our cultures we need to hold on to them tightly um this is how we get through this dark night that we're in um because we are quite an incredible people we're very tolerant people and I think people mistake our tolerance for weakness and I think that's an incredible foolish thing that they've done um the English aren't weak we just don't like War um but when we go to war we tend to do it properly but once we do that it changes everything so we'll do anything to appease and I don't think that's necessarily a bad thing it's it's generally uh the path of wisdom um but we are finding ourselves at a point where appeasement is running out of options and there are a lot of people who are running out of faith and spirit and I really wanted to put this poem out there so that they could take a bit more they could really Galvanize themselves a little bit more and have some faith in what lies ahead because I do think as the pendulum swings both ways I do think the Glorious restoration of England as I call it has nothing to do with any past tense terms um I do think it is an inevitability um I think the culture will be reborn and rest strengthened and I think this is essentially how we navigate ourselves out of the mess that we're in is to lean Le into our individual National cultures so yes without further Ado let's crack on this is the fox's prophecy by DW Nash Tom Hill was in the saddle one bright November MN the echoing Glades of getting wood were ringing with his horn the vared tints of autumn still lingered in the wood and on the leaves the morning sun poured out a golden flood soft fleecy clouds were sailing across the Vault of blue a fairer hunting morning no Huntsman ever knew all nature seemed rejoicing that glorious mourn to see all seemed to breathe a fresher life Beast insect bird and tree but sound and sight of beauty fell dull on eye and ear the huntsman's heart was Heavy his brow oppressed with care high in the stups r he stood and long he gazed around and breathlessly and anxiously he listened for a sound no voice of hound no sound of horn the woods around were mute as though the Earth had swallowed up his comrades man and brute he thought I must essay to find my hounds at any cost a huntsman who has lost his hounds is but a huntsman lost then round he turned his horse's head and shook his Bridal free when he was struck by an aged Fox that sat beneath a tree he raised his eyes in Glad surprise that Huntsman keen and bold but there was in that Fox's look that made his blood run cold he raised his hand to touch his horn and Shout at talho but Mastered by that Fox's eye his lips refused to blow for he was G and gaunt of lame with aged all silver ore he might have been an arctic fox escaped from Greenland Shore but age his Vigor had not tamed nor dimmed his sparkling eye which Shone with an unearthly fire of fire could never die and thus the Huntsman he addressed in tones distinct and clear who heard as they who in a dream the fairies music hear Huntsman he said as sudden thrill through all the listener ran to hear a creature of the wood speak like a Christian man last of my race to me is given the future to unfold to speak The Words which never yet spake Fox of mortal mold then print my words upon your heart and stamp them on your brain that you and others May impart my prophecy again strong life is yours in manhoods prime your cheek with heat is red time has not laid a finger yet in Earnest on your head but a your limbs are bent with age and air your locks are gray the sport that you have loved so well shall long have passed away yet think not Huntsman I Rejoice to see the end so near nor think the sound of horn and Hound to me a sound of fear in my strong youth which numbers now full many a winter back how scornfully I shook my brush before the Berkeley pack then think not that I speak in fear or prophecy in hate to well I know the Doom reserved for all my tribe by Fate to well I know by wisdom taught the existence of my race or all wide England's green domain is bound up with the chase better in early Youth and strength the race for life life to run than poisoned like a noxious rat or slain by felon gun for not upon these Hills alone the Doom of sport shall fall or the broad face of England creeps the shadow of the wall the years roll on Old manners change old Customs lost their sway the manly blood of England into weaker veins shall run the FY down the mland heath the steam plow shall invade nor Park nor Mana shall Escape common not Forest Glade degenerate sons of manly assir to lower Joys shall fall the faithless lore of Germany the Gilded voice of G the sports of their forefathers to Bas a tastes shall yield The Vices of the Town displace the pleasures of the field for swiftly or the level Shore the waves of progress ress ride the ancient landmarks one by one shall sink beneath the tide timeon Creeds and ancient Faith The Altar and the crown lordship's hereditary right before that tide go down base churs shall mock the mighty names WR on the role of time religion shall be held a jest and loyalty a crime no word of prayer no hymn of praise sound in the Village School the people's education utilitarians Rule The Peasants to their daily tasks in sirly silence fall no kindly hospitalities in Farmhouse or in Hall no Harvest Feast nor Christmas tide shall Farm or matter hold science alone can give plenty the only God God is gold the homes where love and peace should dwell Fierce politics shall Vex an unsexed woman strive to prove herself the ca of sex mechanics in their workshops have fars of stead decide honor and Truth oldfashioned words the noisy mob deride the Statesman that should rule the realm cause demagogues displace the glory of a thousand years shall end in foul disgrace the honor of old England cotton shall buy and sell and Hardware manufacturers cry peace low all as well trade shall be held the only God and gain the sole device the statesman's aim shall be peace and peace at any price her Army and her Navy Britain shall cast aside soldiers and ships are costly things defense and MC Pride the Germans and the muscovites shall rule the narrow Seas old England's flag shall cease to flaat in Triumph in the breeze taught wisdom by disaster England shall learn to know that trade is not the only gain Heaven gives to man below the Greed for gold Departed the golden cough cast down old England's son again shall rise The Altar and the crown rejoicing Seas shall welcome them mistress once again again in Hall and Homestead shall joy and peace be seen and smiling children raise again the mapole on the green again the hospitable board shall groan with Christmas cheer and mutual service Bond Again The Peasant and the peer Again The Smiling hedro shall field from field divide again among the woodlands the Scarlet troop shall ride again it seemed that aged Fox more prophecies would say when sudden Came Upon the wind Hawk farad gone away the listener started from his trance he sat there all alone that well-known cry had burst the spell the Aged Fox was gone the Huntsman turned he spurred his Steed and to the cry he sped and when he thought upon that fox said not but shook his head so there you have it the fox's prophecy by DW Nash it's quite a spirited spirited piece really um excellently written it lays out uh if anyone knows England well that is England in a nutshell um but yes it's full of Hope and I think that's what we need right now you know it's the one thing that was stuck into pantora's box um secret ly was hope and it's what gets us through and as dark as things seem um hope is essentially the light of the Gods and it's something that we must hang on to because it won't turn out to be as bad um as we think it's going to be it'll be difficult don't get me wrong there it um I think the future there will always be tribulations and we have to get ourselves back out of the mess that we have created and that won't be easy it's like cutting out a cancer it will be hard um but we have to have hope and we cannot let our Spirits fall too low um England will be restored the Glorious restoration of England is nigh the pendulum shall swing and we shall reclaim not only our customs and our cultures but also our virtues um but it has to come from each of us it has to come from in here inside each man we create the environment that we inhabit it is the kingdom within you create the king Kingdom within to manifest to the kingdom without so each of us has to really sit down and think well why why am I here at this point what can I bring what can I do um and I think as long as we're on that track everything's going to be okay so if you like this sort of content and you want to find out more in the next episode I will talk a bit more about the spiritual impulse of the English please click like And subscribe and hit the notification Bell and I shall see you on the next one one