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Behind stalk the camels, which, weary and worn, Seem to stretch their long necks, and repine at the morn: And wild on the air the fierce war-echoes come, The voice of the atabal, trumpet, and drum: Half lost in the shout that ascends from the crowd, Who delight in the young, and the brave, and the proud. Tis folly to talk of the right and the wrong, The triumph will carry the many along.