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"Ancestral voices prophesying war."

 

THE MAN SPEAKS

When torpid stands the blood of civic life,
What shall revive but arm├Ęd strife?

THE WOMAN

The call to arms but calls your bravest brave--
Ye lose but that which it were Life to save!

THE MAN

When outland insults press the Sovereign State,
What shall avenge but War--what vindicate?

THE WOMAN

Who shall avenge the dead that War hath slain--
The mingled valor of the blood-drench'd plain?

THE MAN

The cry of Mars upon the citadel!--
I would be hence, the mustering throng to swell!

THE WOMAN

I, with Saturnia, breathing mist, would go--
To blind and stay the feet of friend and foe!