103


LET HONOUR come to me from Thee

through a call to some desperate task,

in the pride of poignant suffering.

Lull me not into languid dreams;

Shake me out of this cringing in the dust,

Out of the fetters that shackle our mind, make futile our destiny;

Out of the unreason that bends our dignity down under the

indiscriminate feet of dictators;

Shatter this age-long shame of ours,

And raise our head

into the boundless sky,

into the generous light,

into the air of freedom.

 

 

  •  
  •  
  •  
  •  
  •