Hurling invasion backward o'er the isles, Building anew upon the olden piles Beginnings of the crowning Commonhood, A modern Zion where the ancient stood. That builds him here a boundless destiny. But war, that bringeth woe and breedeth pain, No less than peace betimes hath right to reign. Prosperity and persecution blend, As sun and storm, faith's branch with fruit to bend. Twain are the shoulders of the Philistine, That Israel onward bear, as breeze and brine The tempest-driven bark that safe o'er sea Carries calm Caesar and his destiny.
Progression fails with opposition's flight, And darkness is but handmaid unto light.
Though reaps the whirlwind where the wind hath sown The fourfold harvest of each tear and groan. For there must dawn the day that knows no night. Haloed with fire, while burns the heavenly glow, Upon the Prophet they their powers bestow. While sea-like rivers, solitary, lone, Pour their proud waters toward the burning zone. Land where an Adam fell, an Enoch rose, Where time began and history shall close.