Chapter 24 No.24

Oh clear the cushioned thrones from those who sleep

Preach thou the Truth, let the Untruth be dumb

Till gladsome voices once more fill both worlds

Freshen the universe--Be thou our soul

We are dead bodies. Bring us back to life

Thou art our guard, the caravan is lone.

Thou art our army, let thy standard wave.

Lo! the day steed