The Great Twin Brethren

The battle will not cease

Till once again on those white steeds ye ride,

O heaven-descended Twins,

Before humanity's bewildered host.

Our javelins

Fly wide,

And idle is our cannon's boast.

Lead us, triumphant Brethren, Love and Peace.

A fairer Golden Fleece

Our more adventurous Argo fain would seek,

But save, O Sons of Jove,

Your blended light go with us, vain employ

It were to rove

This bleak,

Blind waste. To unimagined joy

Guide us, immortal Brethren, Love and Peace.