A host of bloody centuries lie prone
Upon the fields of Time–but still the wake
Of Progress loud is haunted with the groan
Of myriads, from whose peaceful veins, to slake
His scarlet thirst, has War, fierce Polypheme
Of fate, insatiately drunk life’s stream.
We bid the courier lightning leap along
Its instant path with spirit speed–command
Stars lost in night-eternity to throng
Before the magnet eye of Science–stand
On Glory’s peak and triumphingly cry
Out mastery of earth and sea and air.
But unto War’s necessity we bare
Our piteous breasts–and impotently die.
(Cale Young Rice)
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