Oh, sing to me the silver tunes
Of martyrs and of tone rebellion
Until a fragile note impugns
The very heart of their battalion.

Recite to me a tale in verse,
The likes of which the bards recount,
So that the mists of doubt disperse
And thoughts of legend eons mount

But do no mock me with deceit
By praising truths of love-bestowing,
For strongest path becometh weak
Should one beseech such distant glowing.