Has skill to balance up his spirit's needs

     And know that this is truth and that is not.

     But there are sloughs of ignorance so deep

     That sect and rubric seem to fade away,

     Souls unaroused as yet from barbarous sleep

     That have not glimpsed the prospect of the day.

     These have no art to tell the wrong from right

     Who tot up two and two to sums unknown;

     Uganda, relatively erudite,

     Has wants unfelt by Frankfurt and Cologne.

     So, when the flags are furled, the trumpets mute,

     And soft-voiced messengers replace the guns,

     Let it be yours to stifle old dispute

     And found a first-aid mission to the Huns;

     Teaching them not at first the subtler things

     Of dogma, suited to a folk more wise,

     Such gospel as ye bear to savage kings,

     But "steal no longer" and "have done with lies."

     Tell them that murder is esteemed "

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