Establishes the Ego of Autocracy once more.
Voici le sabre de mon sire! What Alexander bore
Shall Nicholas not wear and wield? The appanage of our line!
"It was my father's custom, and so it shall be mine!"
Old rustic song, your refrain long shall echo round our world,
Until all burdens from the back of toiling men are hurled.
Far, far off day! Now proud and gay Autocracy's strong thralls
Muster to-day in fine array in those white-pillared halls.
To be—not snubbed, say reassured, that Autocrats, still strong,
Still give small heed to serfs who plead, to freedom's siren song,