Now, if ever, let poets sing,
Now, if ever, let dreamers wake;
Now, let the Bearers of Beauty bring
Light where the patterns of madness break.
You who are gifted with tongues of fire,
In whose lonely bosoms the Word lies lost—
The Word that answers the world's desire—
Speak it boldly, nor count the cost.
Carve it on altar and steel and stone;
Write it in flame on the darkened sky;
Shout it over the bomber's drone—
Whisper it softly where heroes die.
Now, to keep silence is treason's part;
Sing till the voices of greed are dumb;
Dip your pen in the people's heart—
Chart the tides of millennium!

Now, if ever, let poets sing,
—Now, if ever, let dreamers wake;
Now, let the Bearers of Beauty bring
—Light where the patterns of madness break.
You who are gifted with tongues of fire,
—In whose lonely bosoms the Word lies lost—
The Word that answers the world's desire—
—Speak it boldly, nor count the cost.
Carve it on altar and steel and stone;
—Write it in flame on the darkened sky;
Shout it over the bomber's drone—
—Whisper it softly where heroes die.
Now, to keep silence is treason's part;
—Sing till the voices of greed are dumb;
Dip your pen in the people's heart—
—Chart the tides of millennium!