I shall not die before the glistening dew
On valiant memory's hallowed blossom branch
Drips plenty, shimmering, satin as the moon
And the famished earth, tearful-trembling springs anew
With all that ever beat, and all that ever bled in torture's myriad harmonies
As the sun's renewal shines majestic on our sorrow
And peals of change's comfort flutter in the breeze.
I shall not cease to speak, while Rachel's well
Her crystal waters glimmering in the sun
Flow freely, sweetly, bitterly as honey,
Sweet as wormwood, blest as erstwhile manna
O sacred is the festival of our running!
As light undying illumines e'en that last dread vast Gehenna!
I shall not cease to reason, while the porch of Athens
However dusky, dirty, be defiled
Though tongues may cease, the mind's immortal wheels
Reflect, resplendent, their great sire, Father Time,
O great the man, pure the woman, on whom Athena sets her seal!
How blest the dawnbreak, heart's cry with Truth to rhyme!