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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

The Giants

By Jones Very (1813–1880)

THE GIANTS, they who walked the earth of old,

Are come again to scourge this feeble race:

And weapons long forgot in pride they hold,

To dash to earth your idols in disgrace;

Their armor proof shall be ’gainst sword or spear

Your strength now lifts to smite a feebler foe:

Your cries for help their ears can never hear,

Nor wounded can their eyes your sufferings know.

Arise! gird on the might that now you waste

On harlots and in feasting night and day:

Their comings-on shall be with eagles’ haste,

As from the heights they dart upon their prey,

That all unknowing pass their eyries by,

With idle pace and earthward-turning eye.