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It shone on the breast of the Persian king. It lighted Iskander's road; It blazed where the spears were splintering. A lure and a maddening goad. And down through the crimson, changing years It draws men, soul and brain; They drown their lives in blood and tears. And they break their hearts in vain. Oh, it flames with the blood of strong men's hearts Whose bodies are clay again. --The Song of the Red Stone.