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 Till ye said of Strife, "What is it?" of the Sword, "It is far from our ken"; Till ye made a sport of your shrunken hosts and a toy of your armed men. Ye stopped your ears to the warning ye would neither look nor heed Ye set your leisure before their toil and your lusts above their need. Because of your witless learning and your beasts of warren and chase, Ye grudged your sons to their service and your fields for their camping-place. Ye forced them to glean in the highways the straw for the bricks they brought; Ye forced them follow in byways the craft that ye never taught. Ye hindered and hampered and crippled; ye thrust out of sight and away Those that would serve you for honour and those that served you for pay. Then were the judgments loosened; then was your shame revealed, At the hands of a little people, few but apt in the field. Yet ye were saved by a remnant (and your land's long-suffering star), When your strong men cheered in their millions while your striplings went to the war. Sons of the sheltered city unmade, unhandled, unmeet Ye pushed them raw to the battle as ye picked them raw from the street. And what did ye look they should compass? Warcraft learned in a breath, Knowledge unto occasion at the first far view of Death? So? And ye train your horses and the dogs ye feed and prize? How are the beasts more worthy than the souls, your sacrifice? But ye said, "Their valour shall show them"; but ye said, "The end is close."