We live in powerless egotism... Our soul tumultuous and disordered... By thought and feeling's endless schism.

Conscience...

When we speak of the things that we treasure,
That we prize above all, we include
Words like
                      MOTHERLAND
                 LOYALTY
                 HONOUR
                 FRIENDSHIP
                 and
                 BROTHERHOOD.

No, these words aren't just words, empty words.
And if only to all this were plain,
Much that plagues us today could we banish,
Much of sorrow would go, and of pain,
Nor are these only words, empty words !