II.
From the dim and the dusk of the blood-sprinkled years,
How the nations have toiled from the valleys of tears,—
How the races have groped through the shadows of Wrong
To the gladness of Joy and the music of Song!
From the dim and the dusk of the blood-sprinkled years,
How the nations have toiled from the valleys of tears,—
How the races have groped through the shadows of Wrong
To the gladness of Joy and the music of Song!