THE GREY COMPANY
O the grey, grey company
Of the pallid dawn!
O the ghostly faces,
Ashen-like and drawn!
The Lord’s lone sentinels
Dotted down the years,
The little grey company
Before the pioneers.
Of the pallid dawn!
O the ghostly faces,
Ashen-like and drawn!
The Lord’s lone sentinels
Dotted down the years,
The little grey company
Before the pioneers.
Dreaming af Utopias
Ere the time was ripe,
They awoke to scorning,
The jeering and the strife,
Dreaming of milleniums
In a world of wars,
They awoke to shudder
At a flaming Mars.
Ere the time was ripe,
They awoke to scorning,
The jeering and the strife,
Dreaming of milleniums
In a world of wars,
They awoke to shudder
At a flaming Mars.
Never was a Luther
But a Huss was first—
A fountain unregarded
In the primal thirst.
But a Huss was first—
A fountain unregarded
In the primal thirst.
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