<h4><SPAN name="A_SONG_OF_DEFEAT" id="A_SONG_OF_DEFEAT"></SPAN>A SONG OF DEFEAT</h4>
<p>The line breaks and the guns go under,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The lords and the lackeys ride the plain;</span><br/>
I draw deep breaths of the dawn and thunder,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the whole of my heart grows young again.</span><br/>
For our Chiefs said "Done," and I did not deem it;<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our Seers said "Peace," and it was not peace;</span><br/>
Earth will grow worse till men redeem it,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And wars more evil, ere all wars cease.</span><br/>
But the old flags reel and the old drums rattle.<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As once in my life they throbbed and reeled;</span><br/>
I have found ray youth in the lost battle,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I have found my heart on the battlefield.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">For we that fight till the world is free,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We are not easy in victory:</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We have known each other too long, my brother,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And fought each other, the world and we.</span><br/>
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And I dream of the days when work was scrappy,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And rare in our pockets the mark of the mint,</span><br/>
When we were angry and poor and happy,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And proud of seeing our names in print.</span><br/>
For so they conquered and so we scattered,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the Devil rode and his dogs smelt gold,</span><br/>
And the peace of a harmless folk was shattered;<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When I was twenty and odd years old.</span><br/>
When the mongrel men that the market classes<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Had slimy hands upon England's rod,</span><br/>
And sword in hand upon Afric's passes<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her last Republic cried to God.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">For the men no lords can buy or sell,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">They sit not easy when all goes well.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">They have said to each other what naught can smother,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">They have seen each other, our souls and hell.</span><br/>
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It is all as of old; the empty clangour.<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Nothing scrawled on a five-foot page,</span><br/>
The huckster who, mocking holy anger,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Painfully paints his face with rage.</span><br/>
And the faith of the poor is faint and partial,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the pride of the rich is all for sale,</span><br/>
And the chosen heralds of England's Marshal<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are the sandwich-men of the "Daily Mail."</span><br/>
And the niggards that dare not give are glutted,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the feeble that dare not fail are strong,</span><br/>
So while the City of Toil is gutted,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I sit in the saddle and sing my song.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">For we that fight till the world is free,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We have no comfort in victory;</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We have read each other as Cain his brother,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We know each other, these slaves and we.</span><br/>
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