  The nations may not be trod out, and quite Obliterated from the world’s great page— The nations, that have filled from age to age Their place in story. They who in despite Of this, a people’s first and holiest right, In lust of unchecked power or brutal rage, Against a people’s life such warfare wage, With man no more, but with the Eternal fight. They who break down the barriers He hath set, Break down what would another time defend And shelter their own selves: they who forget (For the indulgence of the present will) The lasting ordinances, in the end Will rue their work, when ill shall sanction ill. |
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