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 If, panic-struck, you flee
 * When foes are at the door,

And leave the land to them,
 * You ne'er will see it more.

One man, entrenched, can hold
 * A hundred foes at bay

Strong foes at that), therefore
 * In your entrenchment stay.

Therefore provide your fort
 * With shaft and gun; adorn

It well with moat and wall,
 * And store abundant corn.

Stand ever firm within,
 * Resolved to do or die:

So, living, earn renown;
 * Or dead, the starry sky.

And there is a further consideration:

The union of the weak
 * A powerful bully stumps:

The hostile blizzard spares
 * The shrubs that grow in clumps.

And single trees, though huge
 * And posted for defense,

May be uprooted by
 * The stout wind's violence.

While groves of trees, where each
 * Receives and gives defense,

Unitedly defy
 * The wind's fierce violence.