Shall think ’tis God who cometh down to thunder for the right.
As from the granite base where we must battle for
To firmly plant each sacred Cause, we rear the mountain o’er,
The bolt of stormy skies shall burst above each peak,
Assuring us when man defies oppression God doth speak.
And if from some sheer crag a vanguard hero fall
The while the coward safely lags who’d rather be a thrall,
We’ll set a cross upon the cliff from which he fell
And over it a victor’s crown of Freedom’s immortelle.
But better still we’ll climb inspired by his fate