The city frets in the distance, lass, The city so grim and gray, A glare in the sky by night, my lass, And a blot on the sky by day; But we are out on the long white road, And under the wide free sky,...
Silent as ever, stoic as of old, The scattered nomads of that dusky race Whose story shall forever be untold, Sit mid the ruins of their dwelling place...
St. George, I learned to love thee in my youth When of thy deeds I read in deathless song; And now, when I behold the dragon Wrong Hard by the castle-gates of Love and Truth,...
From age to age the haggard human train Creeps wearily across Time's burning sands To look into her face, and lift weak hands In supplication to the calm disdain...