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George Meredith - ProgressGeorge Meredith - Progress
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In Progress you have little faith, say you: Men will maintain dear interests, wreak base hates, By force, and gentle women choose their mates Most amorously from the gilded fighting crew: The human heart Bellona`s mad halloo Will ever fire to dicing with the Fates. `Now at this time,` says History, `those two States Stood ready their past wrestling to renew. They sharpened arms and showed them, like the brutes Whose haunches quiver.  But a yellow blight Fell on their waxing harvests.  They deferred The bloody settlement of their disputes Till God should bless them better.`  They did right. And naming Progress, both shall have the word.
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