Hears in all lands the doubling of her drum,
Sees on all winds of the world her lone flag flying.
And Russia, young, barbaric in her power,
With untried tendons, cramped in all her length,
Chafing in snowy lair, dreams of the hour
When she shall loose on Earth her hairy strength.
And Germany, whose blonde intrepid might
Once sent her Saxon fire on every land,
Hears the great Labor Angel down the night,
Crying, “Behold, my judgments are at hand!”