Where right and wrong for stainless judgment meet
Above the greed, the strife, the party call.—
Henceforth let chase’s robes on no base shoulders fall!
IX.
ATLANTIS SURGENS.
Well may your hearts be valiant,—ye who stand
Within that glory from the past,
And see how ripe the time, how fair the land
In which your lot is cast!
For us alone your sorrow,
Ye children of the morrow,—