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STRANGE are the ways of men, / And strange the ways of God! / We tread the mazy paths / That all our fathers trod.
We tread them undismayed, / And undismayed behold / The portents of the sky, / The things that were of old.
The fiery stars pursue / Their course in heav'n on high; / And round the ‘leaguered town, / Crest-tossing heroes cry.
Crest-tossing heroes cry; / And martial fifes declare / How small, to mortal minds, / Is merely mortal care.
And to the clang of steel / And cry of piercing flute / Upon the azure peaks / A God shall plant his foot:
A God in arms shall stand, / And seeing wide and far / The green and golden earth, / The killing tide of war,
He, with uplifted arm, / Shall to the skies proclaim / The gleeful fate of man, / The noble road to fame!