Rudyard Kipling

The tumult and the shouting dies,
The captains and the kings depart;
Still stands thine ancient sacrifice,
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The tumult and the shouting dies,
The captains and the kings depart;
Still stands thine ancient sacrifice,
A humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet
Lest we forget,--lest we forget.

All the people like us are we, And everyone else is They.

All the people like us are we, And everyone else is They.

But that's another story.

But that's another story.

Down to Gehenna or up to the throne,
He travels the fastest who travel alone.

Down to Gehenna or up to the throne,
He travels the fastest who travel alone.

We have forty million reasons for failure, but not a single excuse.

We have forty million reasons for failure, but not a single excuse.