This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1912 Excerpt: ...are marshalled to battle, the pretext is righteousness sheer; The lion in anger is roaring, and courage intensifies fear. Now look at the mien of the mighty, then glance in the eye of the meek, And question, with God at your pillow, what right has the wrong here to seek? Scoff with the scorn of the millions, who rebel ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1912 Excerpt: ...are marshalled to battle, the pretext is righteousness sheer; The lion in anger is roaring, and courage intensifies fear. Now look at the mien of the mighty, then glance in the eye of the meek, And question, with God at your pillow, what right has the wrong here to seek? Scoff with the scorn of the millions, who rebel though they're bid to the feast. Ask them if man be His image, or else but a beautiful beast Whose claws are so fashioned for grasping that they rend away sinew and bone, Though mercy alone is true judgment, when we hear our fellow-men groan. And if they vouchsafe the answer which hurtles from cannon and shell, And callous to lift up the fallen, they point to the fearless that fell, Then louder than shriek of the shrapnel and keener than clashing of steel Shall ring out your clamorous passion as the words in a prophet's appeal. For the isles have been shorn of their verdure and doomed are the young and the strong, Who were hied with all haste to wreak vengeance for the right which the rulers call wrong. India's fevered and famished must yield yet more victims to slay; The Colonies, Canada, furnish their quota of quivering clay. O England, once pride of the peerless, the peer now, alas, of the proud! Thou Ultima Thule of glory, to whose hand the whole universe bowed, At whose feet the world's nations, contending, the homage of reverence laid, Iniquity leadeth thy legions, to guilt not to battle arrayed! To reap in the harvest of others, to rob and to raid and despoil Thou speedest thy conquering vassals that never trod holier soil. 'Neath smoldering summits of Sinai now riot and revelry laugh; Thy prophets hold converse with heaven, thy multitudes worship the calf. Aye, Naboth has vineyards to covet, when Ahabs and Jezebels reign, And the Vaal ...
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