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In your onward march, O men, / White of face, in promise whiter, / You unsheathe the sword, and then / Blame the wronged as the fighter.
Time, ah, Time, rolls onward o'er / All these foetid fields of evil, / While hard at the nation's core / Eat the burning rust and weevil!
Nathless, out beyond the stars / Reigns the Wiser and the Stronger, / Seeing in all strifes and wars / Who the wronged, who the wronger.