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The Two Armies
I DREAMT, when I had talked with you,
God re-arranged the world in two,
And marshalled it in two great lines,
Bohemians and Philistines;
And well I knew, O well I knew,
Which host my heart would lead me to.
All honour to the Philistines,
Whose sober gods, in solid shrines,
Are Duty and Obedience,
Self-sacrifice and Common-sense.
With tender and untortured hearts,
They go their ways and play their parts.
I honour them, so let it be;
But O, their ways are not for me.
For I must go to join that throng,
So often ruthless, stained, and wrong,