Thou feelest all human griefs diversely grievous.
Thou art mauled by hatred, selfishness and discord, by wrath,
By evil and envy art thou mauled, every passion engrafted
Upon thy weal by alien blood. Thy blood ever seethes in thee
With poisoned ferment, through it all thy bowels
Are set astir, thou reelest, swoonest, and mutely art stunned;
But yet with no step dost thou cease from advancing
Further upon the path to Unity; not to that one
Where treacherous foes unceasingly slander thee, nor to that one
Whose token is one head adorned by an all-embracing crown
Which outrages all (under such a crown
Every human head would droop) but to that one, which must needs be crowned.
By the garland of hundred-fold federation, the concord
Of all wills, since it bestows happiness on all.
With the flush of health—thy countenance which was pallid
