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FERISHTAH'S FANCIES.
Each of us heard clang God's 'Come!' and each was coming:Soldiers all, to forward-face, not sneaks to lag behind!
"How of the field's fortune? That concerned our Leader!Led, we struck our stroke nor cared for doings left and right: Each as on his sole head, failer or succeeder,Lay the blame or lit the praise: no care for cowards: fight!"
Then the cloud-rift broadens, spanning earth that's under,Wide our world displays its worth, man's strife and strife's success:
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