Classic Poem

So down the years the song of the Singing Republic
Strikes and resounds and is fainter and fades away;
High on the hills the march of the Singing Republic;
High in the heavens undarkened and dies into day.

So down the days the Song of the Singing Republic
Cries upon God, Alosa ka, the deathless song;
Of the good that even the good and the wise destroyed not
Of a realm where even the righteous have done no wrong.

Falling from heaven and afar, as a faint voice calling
" Woe to the hypocrites, Woe; to the wise and few;
Woe to the Chosen, who chose not but only rejected;
And in Adam the Red Man have crucified Christ anew. "

Fainter and fainter the Song of the Singing Republic;
Song unto song and music in music is furled,
And lost are the heroes in heaven and the saints return not;
Rolls on over the ruin of races the wheel of the world.