The eyes of blazing Truth,
I cannot turn my maddened mind
To songs of love and youth.
Nor can I sing in lyric strains
Of private, little woes,
When Greed is raping golden grains
From bloody seeds it sows.
The eyes of blazing Truth,
I cannot turn my maddened mind
To songs of love and youth.
Nor can I sing in lyric strains
Of private, little woes,
When Greed is raping golden grains
From bloody seeds it sows.
And little orphans weep,
I cannot eat in peace my bread,
Nor sing my grief to sleep
When thought arising from the heart
Are hampered in their flight,
I cannot sit and muse apart,
Upon a dreamy height.
And little orphans weep,
I cannot eat in peace my bread,
Nor sing my grief to sleep
When thought arising from the heart
Are hampered in their flight,
I cannot sit and muse apart,
Upon a dreamy height.