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Rh Martial strains are mingling,

Though distant far the bands,

And the wheeling of the squadrons

Is like surf upon the sands.

The bladed guns are gleaming—

Drift in lengthened trim,

Files on files for hazy miles—

Nebulously dim.

O Milky Way of armies—

Star rising after star,

New banners of the Commonwealths,

And eagles of the War.

The Abrahamic river

To sea-wide fullness fed,

Pouring from the thaw-lands

By the God of floods is led:

His deep enforcing current

The streams of ocean own,

And Europe's marge is evened

By rills from Kansas lone.