And dreamers that we thought were dumb,
And voices that we thought were fled,
Arise, and call us, and we come:
And "search in thine own soul", they cry;
"For there, too, lurks thine enemy".
Search for the foe in thine own soul,
The sloth, the intellectual pride;
The trivial jest that veils the goal
For which our fathers lived and died;
The lawless dreams, the cynic Art,