Right must not live in idleness, Nor dwell in smug content; It must be strong, against the throng Of foes, on evil bent. Justice must not a weakling be But it must guard its own, And live each day, that none can say Justice is overthrown. Peace, the sweet glory of the world, Faces a duty, too; Death is her fate, leaves she one gate For war to enter through.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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