By balm that heals the broken soul;
And that the good, the learned and wise,
Should nobly wear the well-earned prize;
And every worker, statesman, bard,
Should there receive his just reward;
And not, as now, degraded stand,
To humbly bow, with hat in hand,
To proud officials raised to power,
By some base impulse of the hour.
Must genius grovel for its pay,