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"One man shall drive a hundred, As the dead kings drave; Before me rocking hosts be riven, And battering cohorts backwards driven, For I am the first king known of Heaven That has been struck like a slave. ONE MAN SHALL DRIVE A HUNDRED AS THE DEAD KINGS DRAVE BEFORE ME ROCKING HOSTS BE RIVEN AND BATTERING COHORTS BACKWARDS DRIVEN FOR I AM THE FIRST KING KNOWN OF HEAVEN THAT HAS BEEN STRUCK LIKE A SLAVE
od warrant," Cried Alfred, "by my sword; For he that is struck for an ill servant Should be a kind lord. "He that has been a servant Knows more than priests and kings, But he that has been an ill servant, He knows all earthly things. "Pride flings frail palaces at the sky, As a man flings up sand, But the firm feet of humility Take hold of heavy land. "Pride juggles with her toppling towers, They strike the sun and cease, But the firm feet of humility They grip the ground like trees. "He that hath failed in a little thing Hath a sign upon the brow; And the Earls of the Great Army Have no such seal to show. "The red print on my forehead, Small flame for a red star, In the van of the violent marching, then When the sky is torn of the trumpets ten, And the hands of the happy howling men Fling wide the gates of war. "This blow that I return not Ten times will I return On kings and earls of all degree, And armies wide as empires be Shall slide like landslips to the sea If the red star burn. THE MORNING NOW HERE IS A GOOD WARRANT CRIED ALFRED BY MY SWORD FOR HE THAT IS STRUCK FOR AN ILL SERVANT SHOULD BE A KIND LORD HE THAT HAS BEEN A SERVANT KNOWS MORE THAN PRIESTS AND KINGS BUT HE THAT HAS BEEN AN ILL SERVANT HE KNOWS ALL EARTHLY THINGS PRIDE FLINGS FRAIL PALACES AT THE SKY AS A MAN FLINGS UP SAND BUT THE FIRM FEET OF HUMILITY TAKE HOLD OF HEAVY LAND PRIDE JUGGLES WITH HER TOPPLING TOWERS THEY STRIKE THE SUN AND CEASE BUT THE FIRM FEET OF HUMILITY THEY GRIP THE GROUND LIKE TREES HE THAT HATH FAILED IN A LITTLE THING HATH A SIGN UPON HIS BROW AND THE EARLS OF THE GREAT ARMY HAVE NO SUCH SEAL TO SHOW THE RED PRINT ON MY FOREHEAD SMALL FLAME FOR A RED STAR IN THE VAN OF THE VIOLENT MARCHING THEN WHEN THE SKY IS TORN AND THE TRUMPETS TEN AND THE HANDS OF THE HAPPY HOWLING MEN FLING WIDE THE GATES OF WAR THIS BLOW THAT I RETURN NOT TEN TIMES WILL I RETURN ON KINGS AND EARLS OF ALL DEGREE AND ARMIES WIDE AS EMPIRES BE SHALL SLIDE LIKE LAND SHIPS TO THE SEA IF THE RED STAR BURN
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