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PROGRESS: 1914-1918 (Continued) “I have built my state,” said the proud earth, “In strife and foul dissension;” “Thy church uprising,” cried the grey rocks, “From blood and hot contention.”

“Lo! I am athirst,” sighed the brown earth, “Grant me red wine to spend.” “As it was in the beginning,” said the great hills, “And shall be to the end.” [23]