If we must die, O let us nobly die.

Nations, like plants and human beings, grow. And if the development is thwarted they are dwarfed and overshadowed.

If we must die, let it not be like hogs Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot, If we must die, O let us nobly die.

Human dignity is more precious than prestige.

If we must die, O let us nobly die.

I know the dark delight of being strange, The penalty of difference in the crowd, The loneliness of wisdom among fools.

Upon the clothes behind the tenement, That hang like ghosts suspended from the lines, Linking each flat, but to each indifferent, Incongruous and strange the moonlight shines.