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Now when the sinking Sun reeketh with blood, And the gore-gushing vapors rent by him Rend him and bury him : now the World is dim As when great thunders gather for the flood, And in the darkness men die where they stood, And dying slay, or scatter'd limb from limb Cease in a flash where mad-eyed cherubim Of Death destroy them in the night and mud : \Mien landmarks vanish — murder is become A glory — cowardice, conscience — and to lie, A law — to govern, but to serve a time : — We dying, lifting bloodied eyes and dumb. Behold the silver star serene on high. That is thy spirit there, O Master Mind sublime.
— Ronald Ross.
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