Aid the dawning, tongue and pen; Aid it, hopes of honest men!
Men of thought and men of action, clear the Way!
There 's a good time coming, boys! A good time coming.
An arrow may fly through the air and leave no trace; but an ill thought leaves a trail like a serpent.
If happy I and wretched he, Perhaps the king would change with me.
War in men's eyes shall be A monster of iniquity In the good time coming. Nations shall not quarrel then, To prove which is the stronger; Nor slaughter men for glory's sake; - Wait a little longer.