At the Grave in Waldheim + 

Quiet they lie in their shrouds of rest, + 

Their lids kissed close ’neath the lips of peace; + 

Over each pulseless and painless breast + 

The hands lie folded and softly pressed, + 

As a dead dove presses a broken nest; + 

Ah, broken hearts were the price of these! + 

The lips of their anguish are cold and still, + 

For them are the clouds and the gloom all past; + 

No longer the woe of the world can thrill + 

The chords of those tender hearts, or fill + 

The silent dead-house! The “people’s will” + 

Has mapped asunder the strings at last. + 

“The people’s will!” Ah, in years to come, + 

Dearly ye’ll weep that ye did not save! + 

Do ye not hear now the muffled drum, + 

The tramping feet and the ceaseless hum, + 

Of the million marchers⁠—trembling, dumb, + 

In their tread to a yawning, giant grave? + 

And yet, ah! yet there’s a rift of white! + 

’Tis breaking over the martyrs’ shrine! + 

Halt there, ye doomed ones⁠—it scathes the night, + 

As lightning darts from its scabbard bright + 

And sweeps the face of the sky with light! + 

“No more shall be spilled out the blood-red wine!” + 

These are the words it has written there, + 

Keen as the lance of the northern morn; + 

The sword of Justice gleams in its glare, + 

And the arm of Justice, upraised and bare, + 

Is true to strike, aye, ’tis strong to dare; + 

It will fall where the curse of our land is born. + 

No more shall the necks of the nations be crushed, + 

No more to dark Tyranny’s throne bend the knee; + 

No more in abjection be ground to the dust! + 

By their widows, their orphans, our dead comrades’ trust, + 

By the brave heart-beats stilled, by the brave voices hushed, + 

We swear that humanity yet shall be free! + 