And all is well, tho' faith and form
      Be sunder'd in the night of fear;
      Well roars the storm to those that hear
A deeper voice across the storm,

Proclaiming social truth shall spread,
      And justice, ev'n tho' thrice again
      The red fool-fury of the Seine
Should pile her barricades with dead.

But ill for him that wears a crown,
      And him, the lazar, in his rags:
      They tremble, the sustaining crags;
The spires of ice are toppled down,

And molten up, and roar in flood;
      The fortress crashes from on high,
      The brute earth lightens to the sky,
And the great Žon sinks in blood,

And compass'd by the fires of Hell;
      While thou, dear spirit, happy star,
      O'erlook'st the tumult from afar,
And smilest, knowing all is well.

Last modified 16 February 2010