Shall jeer the coward and the slave?
I stand beside the Lion’s mouth
And gaze across the sea,
The breeze is wafting from the south
No argosies to thee!
Thy hundred seers, thy fearful TEN.
Are not, and shall not be again
While God is for the free!
Yet they a deathless name shall find,
A scorn, a hissing to mankind!