NEVERTHELESS

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.