Truth crushed to the earth will rise again!
Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again.
Truth crushed to earth shall rise again,- The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes with pain, And dies among his worshippers.
Thou blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue.
Still sweet with blossoms is the year's fresh prime.
The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep to-night.