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“The glory of Man is his strength, And the weak man must die,” said the Lord. Hark to the Song of the Sword! Uplift! let it gleam in the sun— Uplift in the name of the Lord! Lo! how it gleams in the light, Beautiful, bloody, and bright. Yea, I uplift the Sword Thus in the name of the Lord! Form ye a circle of fire Around him, our King and our Sire— While in the centre he stands, Kneel with your swords in your hands, Then with one voice deep and free Echo like waves of the sea— “In the name of the Lord!” Where is he?—he fades from our sight! Where the Sword?—all is blacker than night. Is it finish’d, that loudly ye cry? Doth he sheathe the great Sword while we die? O bury us deep, most deep; Write o’er us, wherever we sleep, “In the name of the Lord!” While I uplift the Sword, Thus in the name of the Lord, Why, with mine eyes full of tears, Am I sick of the song in mine ears? God of the Israelite, hear; God of the Teuton, be near; Strengthen my pulse lest I fail. Shut out these slain while they wail— For they come with the voice of the grave On the glory they give me and gave. In the name of the Lord? Of what Lord? Where is He, this God of the Sword? Unfold Him; where hath He His throne? Is He Lord of the Teuton alone? Doth He walk on the earth? Doth He tread On the limbs of the dying and dead? Unfold Him! We sicken, and long To look on this God of the strong! Hush! In the name of the Lord, Kneel ye, and bless ye the Sword!
“The glory of Man is his strength, And the weak man must die,” said the Lord. Hark to the Song of the Sword! Uplift! let it gleam in the sun— Uplift in the name of the Lord! Lo! how it gleams in the light, Beautiful, bloody, and bright. Yea, I uplift the Sword Thus in the name of the Lord! Form ye a circle of fire Around him, our King and our Sire— While in the centre he stands, Kneel with your swords in your hands, Then with one voice deep and free Echo like waves of the sea— “In the name of the Lord!” Where is he?—he fades from our sight! Where the Sword?—all is blacker than night. Is it finish’d, that loudly ye cry? Doth he sheathe the great Sword while we die? O bury us deep, most deep; Write o’er us, wherever we sleep, “In the name of the Lord!” While I uplift the Sword, Thus in the name of the Lord, Why, with mine eyes full of tears, Am I sick of the song in mine ears? God of the Israelite, hear; God of the Teuton, be near; Strengthen my pulse lest I fail. Shut out these slain while they wail— For they come with the voice of the grave On the glory they give me and gave. In the name of the Lord? Of what Lord? Where is He, this God of the Sword? Unfold Him; where hath He His throne? Is He Lord of the Teuton alone? Doth He walk on the earth? Doth He tread On the limbs of the dying and dead? Unfold Him! We sicken, and long To look on this God of the strong! Hush! In the name of the Lord, Kneel ye, and bless ye the Sword!
In print by 1921 AD · modern
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- In print by 1921 AD · modern
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Page 3 · printed citation: R. Buchanan (The Apotheosis of the Sword, Versailles, 1871) · compiler notes excluded
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