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306 And had no codes to rule them writ in blood; But savage, selfish, nomad-lived and rude, With human passions fierce from unrestraint, And free as their loose limbs; with every taint That earth can give to that which God has given; Their nearest glimpse of Him, o'er-arching heaven, Where dwelt the giver and preserver,—Light, Who daily slew and still was slain by Night.

A savage people they, and prone to strife; Yet men grown weak with years had spent a life Of peace unbroken, and their sires, long dead, Had equal lives of peace unbroken led. It was no statute's bond or coward fear Of retribution kept the shivering spear In all those years from fratricidal sheath; But one it was who ruled them,—one whom Death Had passed as if he saw not,—one whose word Through all that lovely central land was hear! And bowed to, as of yore the people bent, In desert wanderings, to a leader sent