"Hark how the Trumpet, The mistress of mistresses, Calls, silver-throated And stern, where the tables Are spread, and the work Of the Lord is in hand! Driving the darkness, Even as the banners And spears of the Morning; Sifting the nations, The slag from the metal, The waste and the weak From the fit and the strong; Fighting the brute."
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The Song of the Sword, &c. (1892) title poem
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William Ernest Henley
William Ernest Henley (23 August 1849 – 11 July 1903) was an English poet, critic and editor.
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