In war's right waging, I struck brand, was lent
"'For steel's fit service, on mere stone—and cursed
Alike the shocked limb and the shivered steel,
Seeing too late the blade's true use which erst
"How was I blind to! My cry swells the peal—
Unwise I fought!' That 's three. But wherefore waste
Breath on the wailings longer? Why reveal
"A root of bitterness whereof the taste
Is noisome to Humanity at large?
First we get Power, but Power absurdly placed