The arrows rain across the darkened field,Where malice fights to overthrow the right,But steady honor stands behind a shield,To guard the honest soldier through the night.Though falsehood wears a bright and golden crown,And rules the shouting markets of the day,The heavy hand of time shall pull it down,And wash its hollow images away.For truth is patient, durable, and strong,It does not fear the slanderer's cruel blade,It suffers quietly and suffers long,Until the traps of wicked men are made.The iron blade may claim a fleeting hour,But truth achieves the permanent, pure power
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