Now Roman is to Roman More hateful than a foe; And the Tribunes beard the high and the fathers grind the low; As we wax hot in faction, In battle we wax cold; And men fight not as they fought In the brave days of old.

Then none was for a party, Then all were for the State; Then the rich man helped the poor, And the poor man loved the great; Then lands were fairly portioned, …

Was none who would be foremost To lead such dire attack; But those behind cried, 'Forward!' And those before cried, 'Back!'

To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late. And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers, And the temples of h…