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ND in a thousand years It will be all the same, Whether or no Women's tears flow, Or battles take us To save or to break us, Or man against man Advance but a span; Hideous in anger, Tame in death's languor, Shouting and crying, Sobbing and dying, On the red fields of war; Calling on those afar, Mother and child and wife There in the midst of strife.

God, the earth shakes with it! Down in the hellish pit, [102]