The Collected Works of William Morris With Introductions by his Daughter May Morris |
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WE HAVE DONE ALL THAT MEN COULD DO
We have done all that men could do
But lie here in the dust at last,
For ye were many, we were few,
Our battles and our lives are past.
But lie here in the dust at last,
For ye were many, we were few,
Our battles and our lives are past.
Fear nothing then but strike the blow;
Be merry now from day to day—
Your enemies are lying low,
Fear not the Gods so far away.
Be merry now from day to day—
Your enemies are lying low,
Fear not the Gods so far away.
What can our curses now avail,
We lying here unarmed and bound,
If prayers were nought to turn the scale
When swords were whole and mail was sound?
We lying here unarmed and bound,
If prayers were nought to turn the scale
When swords were whole and mail was sound?
Ye shall grow great: your old defeat
Shall be but part of your renown—
O brave, so many a loss to meet
And still to rise when smitten down!
Shall be but part of your renown—
O brave, so many a loss to meet
And still to rise when smitten down!
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