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BOOK ONE — The Church of the Conquerors
BOOK ONE — The Church of the Conquerors
I saw the Conquerors riding by With trampling feet of horse and men: Empire on empire like the tide Flooded the world and ebbed again; A thousand banners caught the sun, And cities smoked along the plain, And laden down with silk and gold And heaped up pillage groaned the wain. Kemp.