Those as an evil mist shall pass away,
As once the Assyrian before the Lord:
Thou standest between mortals and the day,
Ere God, grown weary of thine armored reign,
Lift from the world the shadow of thy sword
And bid the stars of morning sing again.
—Copyright by A. M. Robertson, publisher, San Francisco, and used by kind permission of author and publisher.
TO THE WAR-LORDS
By George Sterling
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