To the harbingers of day, in a day of ceaseless night;
To the arbiters of wisdom, when knowledge turns in flight:
Give thy friends thy peace, and console our weary souls;
Preserve our honor, saints, as we wander the pit's bowels....
Hang naught a lamp in vain, but guide our faith, bound blind;
For we have yet to find the savior of heart or mind.
Great masses that we are; all blind, and lame, and dumb:
Find that hand within the fog, from which that lamp is hung!
We are not all lost, brothers! We are not all forgotten!
We are brothers in life and death: we die, and are begotten!
There is a string that ties our noose; yet binds us, all the same:
Seek, and ye shall find; walk, thou art not lame!
As our friends preserve our sanity, we too, preserve theirs,
As we stand as siblings in life, our numbers dismiss our errors!
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 1:56 AM UTC
To the harbingers of day, in a day of ceaseless night;
To the arbiters of wisdom, when knowledge turns in flight:
Give thy friends thy peace, and console our weary souls;
Preserve our honor, saints, as we wander the pit's bowels....
Hang naught a lamp in vain, but guide our faith, bound blind;
For we have yet to find the savior of heart or mind.
Great masses that we are; all blind, and lame, and dumb:
Find that hand within the fog, from which that lamp is hung!
We are not all lost, brothers! We are not all forgotten!
We are brothers in life and death: we die, and are begotten!
There is a string that ties our noose; yet binds us, all the same:
Seek, and ye shall find; walk, thou art not lame!
As our friends preserve our sanity, we too, preserve theirs,
As we stand as siblings in life, our numbers dismiss our errors!
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