Classic Poem

Soul whose light is fulfilled of night with glow and glamour and puise of things,
Star whose rays are on all men's ways with pomp of purple and pride of Kings,
Thou whose tears are unheard of ears and whose sighs are heard not of men that be,
Turn thine eye to us now and fly to thy People's help when they call to thee!

Thine the deep of the dews of sleep and the songless stupor of days and dreams,
Thine the height of the soul's delight and the bliss and blight of the glad sun's beams,
Thine the fire of the soul's desire that rises higher than all men born,
Thine the heat of the feet that beat through fields whose wheat is as no man's corn!

Come thou near when the People fear and the hearts of Kings wax wan and white,
Come thou nigh when the clouds roll by from skies that glow not in all men's sight,
Come thou still that the People's will may have the strength thou alone canst send,
Come oh come with a tum ti tum and bring this dreadful stuff to an end!