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Normale Version: Strange modern world wherein our days are passed,--
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Strange modern world wherein our days are passed,--
Perplexed with all its riches,--stung by greed
For what it scarce can use,--restless where vast
Its domination cloaks a bitter need!-
What warring powers have here their tourney spread,
Wherein each sundered destiny must wage
Its own internal struggle, while each head
Bleeds in the general battle of the age!
And over all the seething, where the powers
Storm on their prisons,--where the unborn breaks
Its shell,--where crash the rending moulding hours,
And nations reel, and every bosom shakes,--
Rises, a spectre on this field of strife,
Its faltering, fierce, unconquered will to life!