By oppression crushed
His heart? With love we seek to heal it, arm
Anew with hope! His wealth who gives away
To feed God’s poor our richest citizen
We count! To dry the tears of sorrow kings
Contend! Our rod of empire is the rule—
The golden rule—Judge none, while loving all! [This produces a great effect on all, and for a moment there is silence, broken by]
The Schoolmaster.
Where lies this country, pray? Geography,
As I have learned it, teach it, knows it not!