These things shall be! A loftier race
Than e'er the world has known shall rise
With flame of freedom in their souls
And light of knowledge in their eyes.

They shall be gentle, brave, and strong
To spill no drop of blood but dare
All that may plant man's lordship firm
On earth and fire and sea and air.

They shall be simple in their lives
And splendid in their public ways,
Filling the mansions of the state
With music and with hymns of praise.

Nation with nation, land with land
Unarmed shall live as comrades free;
In every heart and brain shall throb
The pulse of one fraternity.

New arts shall bloom of better mould
And mightier music thrill the skies,
And every life shall be a song
When all the Earth is paradise.

John Addington Symonds, 1840-1893

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