But hereafter, if courage and honesty you lack, you
Will be conquered once more—like your fathers of yore,
By the might of some yet to come Kublai or Hulakhu;
For the hordes of the North are still ripe to burst forth.
As oft in their tents the rude minstrel or rhymer
Tunes his harp in the praise of those glorious days,
When their sires fought bravely for Gengis or Timur.
To conclude. If you'd thrive, you must earnestly strive
To rub out of men's minds the stern dictum of Tennyson,
That 'in Europe one day beats a year in Cathay,'