To what end, then, will this duty be done? The passion and skill of a tireless free will Answers daily duties from dusk until dawn. Wandering freely, the soul cries for life Oh the conflicting spare moments resisting The insatiable urge for waning and wine
To the revolution I say "fare the well" For I, an unbiased soldier, Could not give brood such as this any food Or fodder to feed or console her. I'll accept the fate of a life out-of-reach, Never to find or accrue Neither faith nor fame nor money, but pain; For all I desire is truth.