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 Over lives grown thin and failing, Where the stars of hope are paling; Children's arms they must unbind, Love and laughter leave behind, Turn them from the beckoning morrow, And the praying hands of sorrow, Turn them to a place of dread Where the skies burn darkly red,—
 * Marching men, marching men,

Grief shall follow in your tread.

From the silver coasts outlying, Where the pallid ships are plying, Sweeping in from East and West, Over crag and mountain crest, Up from desert, grove and glen, Still there come those hosts of men; In their hands the sword aflame, On their lips an ancient name, Cleaving hearts and lives asunder, Trampling thrones and empires under; Temples lately love-forsaken They have entered and retaken, Earth itself their tread has shaken—
 * Marching men, marching men,

Sleeping gods your shouts awaken!