Gone two hundred years, but here
In motion of the worker's mind
That for Peace aspire and wanders far
To leave Lord's tyranny behind
That scholar learned more than any
Who spoke to problems of his age
Spoke for people, spoke for many
Spoke as sweet and sanguine sage
Now he be gone, from mortal coil
But ideas, they live! In incessant motion
To sublime fate for mass, for child and lass
Is he, his creed, in perpetual devotion