Let weakness learn meekness.
Despair the twin-born of devotion.
Forget that I remember And dream that I forget.
Though one were fair as roses His beauty clouds and closes.
To say of shame - what is it? Of virtue - we can miss it; Of sin-we can kiss it, And it's no longer sin.
Not with dreams, but with blood and with iron, Shall a nation be moulded at last.