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Rh The sack of an old city in its time, The bursting in of mercenaries and bigots tumultuously
 * and disorderly,

Roar, flames, blood, drunkenness, madness, Goods freely rifled from houses and temples, screams
 * of women in the gripe of brigands,

Craft and thievery of camp-followers, men running,
 * old persons despairing,

The hell of war, the cruelties of creeds, The list of all executive deeds and words, just or
 * unjust,

The power of personality, just or unjust.

Muscle and pluck forever! What invigorates life, invigorates death, And the dead advance as much as the living advance, And the future is no more uncertain than the present, And the roughness of the earth and of man encloses
 * as much as the delicatesse of the earth and of
 * man,

And nothing endures but personal qualities.

What do you think endures? Do you think the greatest city endures? Or a teeming manufacturing state? or a prepared
 * constitution? or the best built steamships?

Or hotels of granite and iron? or any chef-d'œuvres
 * of engineering, forts, armaments?

Away! These are not to be cherished for themselves, They fill their hour, the dancers dance, the musicians
 * play for them,

The show passes, all does well enough of course, All does very well till one flash of defiance.