Empires dissolve and peoples disappear, song passes not away.
Yes, threadbare seem his songs, to lettered ken - they were worn threadbare next the hearts of men.
We hold our hate too choice a thing, for light and careless lavishing.
Hate and mistrust are the children of blindness.
The thirst to know and understand, a large and liberal discontent.
Let justice be done, though the heavens fall.
