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PRESIDENT KRUGER |
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XI
PRESIDENT KRUGER
My wont it ever was the head to bow
When foot of fallen Greatness wended near;
Oft sprang into the eye the sudden tear,
And the wrung heart bled sympathy—but now?
Craft, weaving grimy webs in hoary brow,
Pride's vaunting tongue, Presumption's stubborn ear,
And Guile and Greed in sanctities austere
Profanely draped, sweet Pity disallow.
Unchivalrous! thy penury of worth
Rivets the hand reluctant to thy throat,
And Victory cheats of exquisite reward;
To raise, encircled by the arm that smote,
The enemy low laid on gory earth,
With balmy salve for gashes of the sword.
December 1900.
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