Chanty
Kneel to the beautiful women who bear us this strange brave fruit.
Man with his soul so noble: man half god and half brute
Women bear him in pain that he may bring them tears
He is a king on earth, he rules for a term of years.
And the conqueror's prize is dust and lost endeavour.
And the beaten man becomes a story for ever.
For the gods employ strange means to bring their will to be.
We are in the wise gods' hands and more we cannot see.
Man with his soul so noble: man half god and half brute
Women bear him in pain that he may bring them tears
He is a king on earth, he rules for a term of years.
And the conqueror's prize is dust and lost endeavour.
And the beaten man becomes a story for ever.
For the gods employ strange means to bring their will to be.
We are in the wise gods' hands and more we cannot see.
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