From their altars torn and blasted,
Followed by the storm of death,
Fly before Oppression’s breath.
Sleep, while night hides home and grave,
Rest, while mourn the suff’ring brave,
Mourning as thou, too, wilt mourn,
Through the future, wild and worn;
Bruised in heart, in spirit shaken,
Scourged by man, by God forsaken,
Wandering on in war and strife,