For Not Many Men, The

As Long As There Are Men The Bulwark Is Safe.

The Anvil Of Justice Is Planted Firm, And Fate Who Makes The Sword Does The Forging In Advance.

But When The Dust Has Drunk The Blood Of Men, No Resurrection Comes For One Who's Dead.

But From The Good Health Of The Mind Comes That Which Is Dear To All And The Object Of Prayer-happiness.

Oh, It Is Easy For The One Who Stands Outside The Prison-wall Of Pain To Exhort And Teach The One Who Suffers.