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 Learns to push the propaganda of the multiplying sow, Learns to ease her Navy's vigil by the speeding of the plough. 2em X F yore I sought the future to forecast, And vaunted that my fame would long outlast Memorial bronze or regal pyramid, And gain fresh lustre as the ages passed.

Then, ever harping on the nation's need Of discipline in rugged Cato's creed, Mistrusting that her heart was sound and strong, I spoke harsh words of Rome's degenerate breed.

So ran the double burden of my strain— My waxing glory and the Empire's wane. Yet Rome was re-awaking in her sons And I was blind, but now I see them plain— Sons who in boyhood put their games aside And flew to stem the fierce barbarian tide: Who never gave us pain until they fell, And then our pain was swallowed up in pride. Who laid their blameless lives unmurmuring down, Without a thought of guerdon or renown, To save their country or to shield a friend; Who earned, but seldom wore, the civic crown. 37