J.
C.
Squire .
She
knows
the captors small and weak ,
She knows
the prisoners
strong ,
She hears
the patient hills
that
speak :
' Brothers, it is not long ;
‘ Brothers we
stood
when
they
were
not
Ten
thousand
summers
past .
Brothers
when
they
are
clean
forgot
We shall outlive
the last ;
One
shall
die
and one
shall
flee
With
terror
in
his
train ,
And
earth
shall
eat the
stones , and we
Shall
be alone again .'
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