Ever reviled, accursed, ne'er understood,
Thou art the grisly
terror of our age.
"Wreck of all
order," cry the multitude,
"Art thou, and war
and murder's endless rage."
O, let them cry. To
them that ne'er have striven
The truth that lies
behind a word to find,
To them the word's
right meaning was not given.
They shall continue
blind among the blind.
