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 "This is Rimmon, Lord of the Earth— "Fear Him and bow the knee!" And I watch my comrades hide their mirth That rode to the wars with me.

For we remember the sun and the sand And the rocks whereon we trod, Ere we came to a scorched and a scornful land That did not know our God;

As we remember the sacrifice Dead men an hundred laid— Slain while they served His mysteries, And that He would not aid.

Not though we gashed ourselves and wept, For the high-priest bade us wait; Saying He went on a journey or slept, Or was drunk or had taken a mate.

(Praise ye Rimmon, King of Kings, Who ruleth Earth and Sky! And again I bow as the censer swings And the God Enthroned goes by.)

Ay, we remember His sacred ark And the virtuous men that knelt To the dark and the hush behind the dark Wherein we dreamed He dwelt;

Until we entered to hale Him out, And found no more than an old Uncleanly image girded about The loins with scarlet and gold.