And so again an evil darkness falls Upon the world, upon the dreams of men; The drums beat mournfully, the trumpet calls, We take our places, we shall fight again, Knowing the good will triumph in the end; Yea, in the end, far-off, beyond our time, Men shall move in a great light, none will bend His knee to any master, nor will crime Stain the most glorious banner, nor a lie Corrupt the lips of those who guide our feet: Obscure, rejected, you are not to die; Patiently hear the heart of truth beat, And wait as, quieting his noble rage, Blind Milton waited for another age. |