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Rh They are the same, that shameful horde,

The same their shameless song;

Beneath his shield they draw the sword

For rapine and for wrong.

Fight on! fight on! brave comrades all,

Nor weep the blameless knight;

They cannot fail, what tho' they fall,

Who battle for the right.

One Captain less in our good war,

But see! a thousand spring

Intent as never men before

To strike the Accursèd Thing.

THE DEMAGOGUE

THE TOOL