With Useless Endeavour Forever, Forever,

Ah, The Souls Of Those That Die Are But Sunbeams Lifted Higher.

Life Like An Empty Dream Flits By.

To Be Strong Is To Be Happy!

For Hate Is Strong, And Mocks The Song Of Peace On Earth, Good-will To Men!

If The Mind, That Rules The Body, Ever So Far Forgets Itself As To Trample On Its Slave, The Slave Is Never Generous Enough To Forgive The Injury, But Will Rise And Smite The Oppressor.