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Oh, little did the Wolf-Child care--  
     When first he planned his home,
What City should arise and bear  
     The weight and state of Rome.

A shiftless, westward-wandering tramp,  
     Checked by the Tiber flood,
He reared a wall around his camp  
     Of uninspired mud.

But when his brother leaped the Wall  
     And mocked its height and make,
He guessed the future of it all  
     And slew him for its sake.

Swift was the blow--swift as the thought  
     Which showed him in that hour
How unbelief may bring to naught  
     The early steps of Power.

Foreseeing Time's imperilled hopes  
     Of Glory, Grace, and Love--
All singers, Caesars, artists, Popes--  
     Would fail if Remus throve,

He sent his brother to the Gods,  
     And, when the fit was o'er,
Went on collecting turves and clods  
     To build the Wall once more!