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NEBUCHADNEZZAR THE LITTLE.
October 19, 1914.
“Behold this Babylon that I have built,
High-tower'd, deep-founded, strong, to last for aye,
With bastion'd curtains stretching west away
To where the splendours of the sun are spilt,
And on to where again the hills are gilt
Under the morn! Meanwhile, let music play,
And let mine armies march in long array,
With drums, and guns, and banner'd staves atilt!”
High-tower'd, deep-founded, strong, to last for aye,
With bastion'd curtains stretching west away
To where the splendours of the sun are spilt,
And on to where again the hills are gilt
Under the morn! Meanwhile, let music play,
And let mine armies march in long array,
With drums, and guns, and banner'd staves atilt!”
So spoke the Kaiser, glorying in the might
Of military grandeur, with the joy
That he, the brave possessor, could affright
The peaceful neighbours round him—like a boy
Whose little heart is heaved up to the height
With the proud present of a pistol-toy.
Of military grandeur, with the joy
That he, the brave possessor, could affright
The peaceful neighbours round him—like a boy
Whose little heart is heaved up to the height
With the proud present of a pistol-toy.
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