Nevertheless (Poem by Gilbert Parker)

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Nevertheless
By Gilbert Parker


In your onward march, O men,
White of face, in promise whiter,
You unsheathe the sword, and then
Blame the wronged as the fighter.

Time, ah, Time, rolls onward o’er
All these foetid fields of evil,
While hard at the nation’s core
Eat the burning rust and weevil!

Nathless, out beyond the stars
Reigns the Wiser and the Stronger,
Seeing in all strifes and wars
Who the wronged, who the wronger.

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