David Lewiston Sharpe
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At The City Gates
No war-machine or ram, nor Jericho-shouts and blasts
Will bring these city gates and walls to crumble down;
Though yet, says time, no proud eternal city lasts.
What war, how many armies, will cause to tumble down
These firm defensive walls? I’ve sent them all to die
It seems – a sad achievement’s humble crown,
Too quickly won. Not heard without, the voices cry –
I know – ten thousand thoughts and feelings all as one;
I also know they cannot walk, nor run, away, nor fly.
The city’s children fall to fate – what have I done?
My palaces already burn – ...