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Far back in the ages,

The plough with wreaths was crowned;

The hands of kings and sages

Entwined the chaplet round;

Till men of spoil disdained the toil

By which the world was nourished,

And dews of blood enriched the soil

Where green their laurels flourished.

– Now the world her fault repairs —

The guilt that stains her story;

And weeps her crimes amid the cares

That formed her earliest glory.

The proud throne shall crumble,

The diadem shall wane,

The tribes of earth shall humble

The pride of those who reign;

And War shall lay his pomp away; —

The fame that heroes cherish,

The glory earned in deadly fray

Shall fade, decay, and perish.

Honor waits, o'er all the earth,

Through endless generations,

The art that calls her harvest forth,

And feeds th' expectant nations.