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[To do such dreadful work, not merely coin]
To do such dreadful work, not merely coinWe bribe them with, but monstrous flattery join,
Make Honour and Glory their especial meed
Whose trade is bloodshed; as if they indeed
Were patriots, heroes, manhood's flower, and not
At best the venal substitutes for those,
At worst the savage unremorseful foes
Of justice, pity, love, all in man's lot
That's more than bestial,—ready at the click
Of alien will which has the word or trick
To set this order'd violence astir,
This myriad hangman, or else murderer.
O there are victories, the which to name
Calls into brave men's cheeks the blush of shame.
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