These, in the day when heaven was falling, The hour when earthÂ’'s foundations fled, Followed their mercenary calling And took their wages and are dead. Their shoulders held the sky suspended; They stood, and earthÂ’'s foundations stay; What God abandoned, these defended, And saved the sum of things for pay.
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