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138 Humble because of knowledge, mighty by sacrifice.

But ye say, "It will mar our comfort." Ye say, "It will minish our trade."

Do ye wait for the spattered shrapnel ere ye learn how a gun is laid?

For the low, red glare to southward when the raided coast-towns burn?

(Light ye shall have on that lesson, but little time to learn.)

Will ye pitch some white pavilion, and lustily even the odds,

With nets and hoops and mallets, with rackets and bats and rods?

Will the rabbit war with your foemen—the red deer horn them for hire?

Your kept cock-pheasant keep you?—he is master of many a shire.

Arid, aloof, incurious, unthinking, unthanking, gelt,

Will ye loose your schools to flout them till their browbeat columns melt?

Will ye pray them or preach them, or print them, or ballot them back from your shore?