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378 Now what is weak will surely go, And what is strong must prove it so. Stand fast in the lowlands, lowlands,
 * Lowlands under the hills!

The floods they shall not be afraid—
 * Nor the hills above 'em, nor the hills—

Of any fence which man has made
 * Betwixt him and the hills.

The waters shall not reckon twice For any work of man's device, But bid it down to the lowlands, lowlands,
 * Lowlands under the hills!

The floods shall sweep corruption clean—
 * By the hills, the blessing of the hills—

That more the meadows may be green
 * New-mended from the hills.

The crops and cattle shall increase, Nor little children shall not cease— Go—plough the lowlands, lowlands,
 * Lowlands under the hills!