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Belief that grew of all beliefs One moment back was blown And belief that stood on unbelief Stood up iron and alone. The Wessex crescent backwards Crushed, as with bloody spear Went Elf roaring and routing, And Mark against Elf yet shouting, Shocked, in his mid career. BELIEF THAT GREW OF ALL BELIEFS ONE MOMENT BACK WAS BLOWN AND BELIEF THAT STOOD ON UNBELIEF STOOD UP IRON AND ALONE THE WESSEX CRESCENT BACKWARDS CRUSHED AS WITH BLOODY SPEAR WENT ELF ROARING AND ROUTING AND MARK AGAINST ELF YE YET SHOUTING SHOCKED IN HIS MID CAREER
 God! are you bloodless now?" "Grip, Wulf and Gorlias, grip the ash! Slaves, and I make you free! Stamp, Hildred hard in English land, Stand Gurth, stand Gorlias, Gawen stand! Hold, Halfgar, with the other hand, Halmer, hold up on knee! "The lamps are dying in your homes, The fruits upon your bough; Even now your old thatch smoulders, Gurth, Now is the judgment of the earth, Now is the death-grip, now!" For thunder of the captain, Not less the Wessex line, Leaned back and reeled a space to rear As Elf charged with the Rhine maids' spear, And roaring like the Rhine. For the men were borne by the waving walls Of woods and clouds that pass, By dizzy plains and drifting sea, And they mixed God with glamoury, God with the gods of the burning tree And the wizard's tower and glass. But Mark was come of the glittering towns Where hot white details show, Where men can number and expound, And his faith grew in a hard ground Of doubt and reason and falsehood found, Where no faith else could grow. VE YOU ALE ENOW PIRATES DEAL WITH HIM AS DUG GOD ARE YOU BLOODLESS NOW GRIP WOLF AND GORLIS GRIP THE ASH SLAVES AND I MAKE YOU FREE STAMP HILDRED HARD IN ENGLISH LAND STAND GURTH STAND GAULELESS GAWEN STAND HOLD HALFGAR WITH THE OTHER HAND HAMMAR HOLD UP ON KNEE THE LAMPS ARE DYING IN YOUR HOMES THE FRUITS UPON YOUR BOUGH EVEN NOW YOUR OLD THATCH SMOULDERS GURTH NOW IS THE JUDGMENT OF THE EARTH NOW IS THE DEATH GRIP NOW FOR THUNDER OF THE CAPTAIN NOT LESS THE WESSEX LINE LEANED BACK AND REELED A SPACE TO REAR AS ELF CHARGED WITH THE RIND MADE SPEAR AND ROARING LIKE THE RHINE FOR THE MEN WERE BORNE BY THE WAVING WALLS OF WOODS AND CLOUDS THAT PASS BY DIZZY PLAINS AND DRIFTING SEA AND THEY MIXED GOD WITH GLAMOURY GOD WITH THE GODS OF THE BURNING TREE AND THE WIZARD'S TOWER AND GLASS BUT MARK WAS COME OF THE GLITTERING TOWNS WHERE HOT WHITE DETAS SHOW WHERE MEN CAN NUMBER AND EXPOUND AND HIS FAITH GREW IN A HARD GROUND OF DOUBT AND REASON AND FALSEHOOD FOUND WHERE NO FAITH ELSE COULD GROW
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