AS IT IS WRITTEN.
The she wolf’s ruthless whelp that tareOld Africa is dead and allDespised; but Egypt still is fair,Jugartha brave; and HannibalStill hero of the Alps and moreTo-day than all red men of Rome.Archimedes still holds his measured home;Grim Marius his ruins as of yore,And heart still turns to heart, as then.Live by the sword and by the swordYe surely die: thus saith the Lord—And die despised of men.
The she wolf’s ruthless whelp that tareOld Africa is dead and allDespised; but Egypt still is fair,Jugartha brave; and HannibalStill hero of the Alps and moreTo-day than all red men of Rome.Archimedes still holds his measured home;Grim Marius his ruins as of yore,And heart still turns to heart, as then.Live by the sword and by the swordYe surely die: thus saith the Lord—And die despised of men.
The she wolf’s ruthless whelp that tare
Old Africa is dead and all
Despised; but Egypt still is fair,
Jugartha brave; and Hannibal
Still hero of the Alps and more
To-day than all red men of Rome.
Archimedes still holds his measured home;
Grim Marius his ruins as of yore,
And heart still turns to heart, as then.
Live by the sword and by the sword
Ye surely die: thus saith the Lord—
And die despised of men.