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II
GO FORTH, TEAR THIS IRON AGE DOWN,“MY SONS,” THUS THE WISE WOMAN SPOKE,
“AND SET EVERY FANTASY FREE,
AND EVERY CRUSHED WORKER UNYOKE.
ESTABLISH THE SANDALWOOD AGE,
ESTABLISH THE WHITE AGE OF ART,
WHEN EARTH WILL STILL SIN AS OF OLD,
BUT SIN WITH A LOFTIER HEART.
WHEN CATIFFS AND BRAGGARTS WILL SLAY,
BUT SLAY WITH A LOFTIER LUST.
AND TRAGEDY'S PATH MORE AUGUST.
WHEN YOUTH WILL CLIMB RECKLESSLY STILL,
BUT CLIMB DRAGON-GREAT IN ITS PRIDE.
AND FULL-BLOODED, FURIOUS HOSTS,
WILL FLAUNT MY WHITE BANNER AND RIDE
TO FIGHT AGAINST BALLOTS WITH TRUTH.
'GAINST MOBS, WITH THE CHISEL AND PEN;
THE PRIZE OF MY SOLDIERS TO BE
FAIR CONTINENTS FITTED FOR MEN.”
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