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CIVILIZATION
The thing that hindereth
My progress as I pass,
Is withered in my breath
Like parchèd summer grass.
I hasten on, like the wind of God,
That must unfettered blow,
Wooing the blossom from the sod
Where'er I go.
I taught the Hindoo throng
To worship: I awoke
The Pyrrhic phalanx strong,
To break the Persian yoke:
I set great Pharaoh's captives free,
The Tarquin's pride down-hurled,
And in a child of Galilee,
O'er came the world!
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