Why do I muse on tales of the past,
Those bitter barren days, long past and cold;
And of this bent I must now pause to ask
If time should gild all memories yon with gold?
Why do I dwell on lofty times of yore
When brutish ways did more than best relate?
What glory there in ladies and their lords
When to some tyrant king their fealty waits?
What have I learned from searching storied time,
Save steel is strong and that the flesh is weak;
That power corrupts and ever is the crime
Perpetuating bondage of the meek?
From history past, we shape what future brings,
To stay free men, and not the slaves of kings.

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